Some Of Adam's Blues

Quaker City Night Hawks

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My name was written down from a foundation
Despite our faithlessness you send salvation
Lost through the garden gates

Lips wet with languish
No thought of memory
No simple precedent

And now I know it's true
His day is coming boy
That final judgement
No matter where you go

You can't hide from him
Lost through the garden gates
Lips wet with languish
No thought of memory

No simple precedent
And now I know it's true
Lost through the garden gates

Lips wet with languish
Your day is coming oh
And I feel it

Lost through the garden gates
Lips wet with languish
No thought of memory
No simple precedent
And now I know it's true