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When the Kingdom comes, he puts his records on and with his blistered thumb hits play
And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup and lets the drummer's drum take away
The pain, the pain
Breaking, forsaken
What's that you're taking?
Aaw, needing the feeling
He lets the records play
Should the future dim a cigarette lights hymn vaporized a green light grin
And when the shot glass talks he knows to listen up until he's nice and numb again
Shakened, awakened
Not one for faking
Kneeling, his healing
He lets the records play
There's wisdom in his ways
I been down and I fell so hard and far from grace
I been hurt and I still recall the flaws on her face
I been off, but I'm on, up above my feet, my feet again
Shaken, forsaken
What's that your taking?
Aaw, needing the feeling
He lets the records play
Shakened, awakened
Not one for faking
Kneeling, his healing
He lets the records play
Oh, there's wisdom in his ways
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