dizzy
i'm like thomas doubting fingers
running the scars your wrists and side
touching flesh will make my mind believe
i want to be like david throwing his clothes to the wind
to dance a jig, in my skin
to be re-made by your cleansing again
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i gave you myself
it's all that i have
broken and frail
i'm clay in your hands
and spinning i can see all
is it only israel
for you my love
i want to be like david throwing his clothes to the wind
to dance a jig, in my skin
to be re-made by your cleansing again
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