Portrait in Atlanta
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It's a little like you
to take this mind
and put it in a bowl
It's a little like you
you shape the way I see
you shape my side
It's a little like you
We're a million miles from nowhere
and yet to clutch the sky
I watched a god, the TV
I had to wonder why
A war is never over
A soldier never dies
God is just not in us
There were no crucified
It's a little like you
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