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| Saving Grace 
 I'm passing sleeping cities
 Fading by degrees
 Not believing all I see to be so
 
 I'm flying over backyards
 Country homes and ranches
 Watching life between the branches below
 
 And it's hard to say
 Who you are these days
 But you run on anyway
 Don't ya baby
 
 You keep runnin for another place
 To find that saving grace
 
 I'm moving all alone
 Over ground that no one owns
 Past statutes that atone for my sins
 
 There's a guard on every door
 And a drink on every floor
 Overflowing with a thousand amens
 
 And it's hard to say
 Who you are these days
 But you run on anyway
 Don't ya baby
 
 You keep runnin for another place
 To find that saving grace
 Don't you baby
 
 You're rolling up the carpet
 Of your fathers two room mansion
 No head room for expansion no more
 
 There's a corner of the floor
 They're telling you is yours
 You're confident but not really sure
 
 And it's hard to say
 Who you are these days
 But you run on anyway
 Don't ya baby
 
 You keep runnin for another place
 To find that saving grace
 Don't you baby
 
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