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Norman Bebo Between The Dreaming And The Coming True

Your design Oh God, hear me tonight Though the waters rise They will not pull me under When the mountain slides And crashes to the sea I will lift my eyes And

You could turn a hundred years and never empty all your fears They?re pouring out like broken words and broken bones They could fill a thousand pages

leaving Right now, baby, life is kind Make this moment last for a lifetime Don?t let it slip away Play it over and over like your favorite song And we

and I can?t sleep tonight ?Cause it?s hard to see just what you mean Across the lines that bring your voice to me But I can hear your every tear when you cry And

Am I unfit for You Remember me, the one who turned from You I come in rags tattered by the Fall And all the earth, a witness to my crime Mercy, weep