Ezra Furman – And Maybe God Is A Train (Guitar)

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And maybe God is a train, going all across Atlanta

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And crying in the deep of the night

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And maybe God is a train, shining light into a tunnel

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And coming on with all of its might

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And maybe everything's cool, and it don't make a difference what you do

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And maybe everything's fine, and it don't make a difference who loves who

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But baby take care, take care

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And maybe God is a boy, kneeling down in dirty gardens

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And taking bugs apart with his hands

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And maybe God is a boy, in a social situation

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And trying to be tough like a man

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And maybe everything's there on a silver platter for us now

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And maybe nobody cares and nothing really matters for us now

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But baby take note, take note

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And maybe God is a girl, dressing up her little animals

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Setting out a table for tea

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And maybe God is a girl, who just got her learner's permit

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She's driving drunk and dangerously

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And maybe everything's just exactly how it's supposed to be

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But even then what exactly has that got to do with me

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When I'm in pain, in pain

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And maybe God is a train