Don't answer the phone Don't answer the door Pretend nobody
Lives around here Any more
No need to get up I brought the wine
And I feel alright For the very First Time
And I believe I'm protected By the things I can't see I don't believe in Jesus
I'm told he Believes in me
And I think that's good Cuz it's a long hard climb
And I feel alright For the very First Time
And the things I don't remember Don't matter Any more
And the things I need to do Are all waiting At the door
So don't answer the door Don't pick up the phone Don't leave me here
Cuz I hate To be alone
Between love everlasting And meaningless rhyme
Sits feeling good For the very First Time
I feel alright For the very First Time
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