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Oh, when it's gBmod I see in headlights kneeling downD on frozen highways And salvatGion in white knuckles on a Awheel And the dBmeer is in the audience by the boDrder of the darkness where forgGiveness grows and slowly winds aAway
Well there's a queGstion somewhere asked with all the anAswers inside But I'll nGever find the kid before she's goAne Well the daBmy is never done, but there's a liDght on where you're sleeping So I hGope somewhere that trouAbles will be gonDe
//repeat chords But now the ghost is in my jacket and my stairs were built in anger Winding forcefully but end up where I stand But there are no rocks or salt and nails, I low my cannons not to kill you SImply lost the words to tell you I'm afraid And there's a sign up to a hill to see the far of the land Well the sign will tell you, "Turn if there's a one" Still the day is never done, but there's a light on where you're sleeping So I hope somewhere that troubles will be gone Oh darling, when it's you I see in headlights, driving down the golden highway And salvation in the beauty of some brace And the deer is gone without me to the valley of surrender There is still another world along it's tracks But there's that sign up to a hill to see the far of the land Well the sign will say, "There's still a higher one" And now the day is slowly setting, and the lights on where you're sleeping So I hope somewhere that troubles will be gone