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She wipes the dirt from her hands, ashamed of what she's seen
There is a songless meeting-house, where sunburned men exchange stern glances
And the gospel is re-written
Black hair in your eyes
A uniform of disillusionment
I baptize myself in the river, I'm ashamed of where I've been
There is a top floor to the staircase I'm climbing where she sits behind a desk
And answers all my questions
We are given a decision
And she makes mine easy
Unwinding sitting at home, you fall back into your wormhole
The last generation stands on the dock and they're waving as our ship sails off