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Looking for Jesus at the station
There's ladies without mercy, with a sign
While a broken man shouts and cries
I lost my soul, I lost
I lost my soul, I lost

Strung out high, telling lies
I'd rather be on the floor
The nightmare's here, here to stay
Go out the door, go out
Go out the door, go out

So good to see you again
On the road and travelin'
But casted hugs never meant
You're one of us, the one
You're one of us, the one

To feel what's real, to let it in
To feel what's real, to let it in
To feel what's real, to let it in



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Writer(s): Summer Lauren Cooke
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