Good Friday

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Sat at my window watched the world, wake up this morning
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Purple sky slowly turning golden
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Distant elms so orange you'd swear they're burning


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All this flowing water has got my mind wandering
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Do you ever finally reach a point of knowing
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Or do you just wake up one day and say, I'm going


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What will I tell you when you ask me why I'm crying
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Will I point above at the Red Tail gracefully soaring
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Or down below where it's prey is quietly trembling


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Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging
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Purple sky slowly turning golden
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Cowards at his feet loudly laughing
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Loved ones stumbling homeward their words reeling

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Red Tail above my head quietly soaring
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Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring
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He says, enough of all this s**t I am going