Could our transmission be more perverse?
The gearbox comes without reverse
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Intention is a sketch
Action indelible
You can be a wretch
Presented as a principle
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Brothers, Sisters, let’s agree
We take in stride our bended knee
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Take them back! The ones you hid!
Those thoughts you had. The things you did.
Ah, but there’s the rub you see
You did it in Eternity.
That girl you held. The plane you missed.
We can’t make our hearts insist.
Declare repentance for the pain
In secret vow to vow again
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Come to midnight, come to dawn
Wearing what you last had on
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