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From the back field I saw the funeral procession,
I know it's old news, but it reminded me of you.
and I humor myself when I pray to god,
as if it really matters
if i want someone to leave or go.
and I've got faith,
but I don't know.
and I've got faith,
but I don't know.
and I've got faith,
in her.
but i haven't got faith
in you.
and I couldn't tell my savior from a beggar.
and I couldn't pick my girl from a crowd.
and I've got faith,
but I don't know.
and I've got faith,
but I don't know.
and I've got faith,
in her.
but i still need faith
in you.
And when she lays down next to me
I like to stare into her eyes down into her soul,
yeah, she's proof; something I can hold.
and I have faith in her.
but I haven't got faith in you.
I've worn down the knees of my jeans,
I've worn down the knees of my jeans,
I've worn down the knees of my jeans,
one too many times.
and I still need faith.
and I still need faith in you.
