(Racism...)
On the fringes of torso and lips
Strained to hear the voice of gospel choir
Pummeled plains and beaten fields
We're never broken in spirit within
And I feel like I'm coming around
And I feel like I'm coming around
Cloudburst teeming, insects wave an bite
Yes it's true, we are no alone
T.V. sounds is a narrow entrance
Is a sometimes leading into future time
And I feel like I'm coming around
And I feel like I'm coming around
And I feel like I'm coming around
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
I heard it once before
In shepherd's isolation
Over the horizon in blue and white
Now, now, now, overcome
You can outrun it
When the roarings cease the right stuff weaves
And fits into yoour life
And I feel like I'm coming around
And I feel like I'm coming around
And I feel like I'm coming around
I feel like I'm coming around
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
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