We sing of salvation
We sing what me must
'Cause one man's treasure
Is another man's lost
But down in the valley
The shadow of death
The poor man's daughter takes her very first breath
Forty wild horses
Float in the dust
I'm a wanton repeater
And a breaker of trust
But down in the valley
The shadow of death
The poor man's daughter takes her very first breath
They crumble before us
In ribbons of string
But the poor man's daughter
Is the ghost inside me
And she says:

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