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The Only Remedy

Written by Charlie Peacock & Sam Ashworth

It's Time To Art/Songs of Universal (BMI), Smashworth Songs/Songs of Universal (BMI) ©2024

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It was Kent who made the picture, I was thin and thinly disguised

Washed in the blood of Jesus, saved but hardly wise

Saved from my transgressions, saved to the unknown

Lost inside a riddle

On what path had my seed of redemption been sown?

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Forty years into the future we flew

A flight of finessing the language, the truth

Picking fights among the feathered, always gentle with a smile

It's a gig you do not choose, no manual, no guide to style

Back off my ass a bit dear neighbor is what I'd like to say

Have you thought about living in this century?

Have you ever even heard me play?

Let's start with C then F#, Dm, B diminished

I say, why do you stop listening long before I finish?

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It was Steve who snapped the frame, a child in rebel's guise

Iconic, artful, black and white, sign and symbol of the time

Lost inside my confidence, lost outside the city wall

I was saved by a saxophone

You never know what God will use to place a call—to save us all

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Forty years into the future we flew

A flight of finessing the language, the truth

Picking fights among the feathered, always gentle with a smile

It's a gig you do not choose, no manual, no guide to style

Back off my ass a bit dear neighbor is what I'd like to say

Have you thought about living in this century?

Have you ever even heard me play?

Let's start with C then F#, Dm, B diminished

Why do you stop listening long before I finish?

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Sitting fireside in the woods outside Nashville, Tennessee

One friend she was nursing a reconstructed knee

Another, a poet, a listener for hire

He pondered our stories and offered us relief, he said

Benevolent detachment is the only remedy, he said

Benevolent detachment is the only remedy

Benevolent detachment is the only remedy, he said

Benevolent detachment is the only remedy, he said

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