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I'll Sleep in the Sky
Oh abundant child without a care or whim,
Am I broken and beaten because of my sin,
Am I lonely and sickly because of mistakes,
Is your refusal to help me because I'm a fake,
If you close your heart to me this is no lie,
I will trust in God and sleep in the sky,
And you Mrs. Perfect what shall you do when you die?
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Woodrow Lucas
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