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Kidney Thieves
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Mustard Seed
Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way I want them Sweet Jesus show me through the Indian paintbrush Faith was
Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and good enough to me
Or after all, will I shake my magic 8 ball, it's bubbling And the brisk walking heartbeat won't tire me, it keeps me strong Faith was
Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and its good enough to me Pillar of salt, shaker of black Killer of thought, turning my back Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and I'm trying to be humble about it
I like the rain, I like going against the grain Seems to me I'm cutting out a simple pattern
---she was weak---
Hill up the road, watching my thoughts chase each other Sweet Jesus show me the faith cursed upon me
--she walked away--
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