God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground 
God, there's a hangman that wants to come around 

How we rise when we're born 
like the ravens in the corn 
on their wings, on our knees 
crawling careless from the sea 

God, give us love in the time that we have 

God, there are guns growing out of our bones 
God, every road takes us farther from home 

All these men that you made 
how we wither in the shade 
of your trees, on your wings 
we are carried to the sea 

God give us love in the time that we have
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