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Geoff
Moore >> Merchandise Links
Geoff
Moore
Thomas Jefferson Washington Is only eight years old He lives with his mother In an old abandoned car they call home Since his daddy has been gone From the windy city skyline It's easy to look down On the miracle mile That might as well be a million miles From Tommy's side of town And there are far away places That I would like to think Keep all the world's suffering At a safe arm's length But I can't keep pretending When I only have to look as far As my own back yard Tonight a little girl named Jesse Will find it hard to sleep On a desert reservation Without the American dream And without enough to eat Sometimes you will find her Staring at the sky Wondering why so many things Have to be so hard in her life And Jesse starts to cry And there are far away places That I would like to think Keep all the world's suffering At a safe arm's length But I can't keep pretending When I only have to look as far As my own back yard I will sing of compassion I will sing of charity I will sing to remember That in the very least of these It is Jesus that we see
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