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Im not searching for perfect,
Im perfecting my search,
To pay the debt they say is high above town.
Its buried deep and its shallow,
Ill pan the river tomorrow,
With the hope that I make my way home,
To a place where our love could have grown.
If the rain fell in sheets,
And washed everything clean,
Then I would be miserable.
Youd kneel in the attic,
Of you fathers apartment,
Youd pray, Lord, what can I do?
But Im not asking him, Im asking you.
At the top of morning,
And the bottom of night,
You were sleeping closer to him.
I wept in the stairwell,
To our love I said farewell,
I had to just let you go,
To the God that Id never know.
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