i see blood on my sheets
and blood in the streets
yeah both of which makes weep deep
yeah i pray that Christ keeps me safe
and lets me taste grace
like gravy on a biscuit
or some molasses
on my rose colored glasses
yeah my past shouldn't last
this long
but it was Eve
that really did wrong
yeah and now i sing grieving songs
and if i birth a child
wow, it's gonna hurt
but i am willing to work
in the dirt
and in the dark
yeah my heat
is apart
of something great
so i should just wait
on my due date
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