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On the fringes of torso and lips
Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir
Pummelled plains and beaten fields
Wee never broken in spirit within
But I feel like wee coming around
Yes, I feel like wee coming around
Tell me
Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite
Yes it true, we are not alone
TV silence it a narrow entrance
It a sometimes leading into future time
But I feel like wee coming around
Yes, I feel like wee coming around
I feel like wee coming around
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
I heard it once before in shepherd isolation
Over the horizon in blue and white now, now
Now overcome you can outrun it
When the roarings cease and the right stuff weaves and fits into your life
And I feel like wee coming around
Yes I feel like I coming around, tell me
Sins of omission, no love
Sins