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Cause You’re There Looking Back at Me (Revival Got by Siri✨♒♑♉💫♊

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Cause You’re There Looking Back at Me (Revival Got

Blues

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To you I may be smoke curling in the rafters made of mirrors. Your slow drum heart beat tired and true, you’re wondering what my plans are.
I’m still singing a ghost, working through my past missteps, but tonight I swear I’m singing for you, so you know my solid truth.
Cause you’re there, looking back at me, with that kind of love that makes the devil scheme. Through the hurt, through the howl, through the whiskey and the rain, you keep reminding me why I rise again.
Every dream I had got sold for scrap, every door I opened slammed shut again. Still I light my candle in the ruins and call it prayer, not shame, not sin.
Cause you’re there, looking back at me, with that kind of love that makes the devil scheme. Through the hurt, through the howl, through the whiskey and the rain, you keep reminding me why I rise again.
Now the choir′s shouting, chairs are flying, saints and sinners trading blows. But even in the chaos, laughter′s rising, cause the heart still knows, what the heart still knows.
Oh, mercy′s got a mean streak, baby, and faith don′t always sound polite. But love crawls out of every brawl to kiss our bruises in the light.
You′re there, looking back at me, holy as hell, wild as can be. In the fight, in the fire, in the fall, in the flame, we laugh our way right through the pain.
The room goes still, time and echoes fade slow, a shadow turns to a smile beneath the tears we show. Ain′t no sermon ever set me free, quite like you, standing there, looking back at me.
Here′s to the kind of love that outlives the end of all ages, so here′s a toast to Mexico, to you, to me, the cats, the dogs, and the beach. Here′s to living grace as we witness the slow burn of remembrance in action, as the world says adios.