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Lost and Bleating
O Dear God, I just wanted something better, just wanted something more Thought I could go out there and get it Cleverly maneuver and make it Somehow got stuck in this stinking hole. I nibbled at the bush, felt the thorns brush Thought deeper inside the thorns won't be much Just a little more, O God, I tried just a little more Before I knew, it was too late I am caught in the middle of thorns I hate. I am in pain, can you hear me bleating? I am in fear, can you hear my crying? When you look at the ninety-nine Oh God, will you see I am missing in the line? Please do! Please do! I need you to! It's dark and dreary in the cold night Wolves are howling, beasts are sniffing Please, dear God, come, get me home! I can't believe I am in the sun I can't believe I am in my pen You came and parted the thorns Your bruised hands gently picked me On Your shoulders they laid me Carried me home, carried me home! You knew how to do it You knew how to make it I just had to bleat, I just had to bleat And wait, when my heart missed frightened beats.
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