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In me there isn't one good thing
But in you I find a contradiction
A once dormant design now causing friction
You run against my grain

Oh try, try as I might
To pursue the good that I long for
My body left me lying on the floor
There's poison running through my veins

Your voice was not a noise
But the feeling of sun upon my face
After blackest nights I rose in grace
The darkness bled away

Your eye saw further than mine
Upon this road, long and twisting
Towards your home, thought I missed it
When my feet gave away

Abba father!
Abba father!