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I want to hear about things that you singAnd I know when your world falls fastYeah, I heard about places you've beenI don't believe in thatWhen the hotels are all filled upAnd the headlights are shining in your faceAnd the call comes mostly from insideWill you still refuse his grace?I'm okay pretty much most of the time, I guessThere's still people that I missAnd I can recognize myself in you more or lessAre you listening to this?I was born with a great big hole insideFilled it up with all kinds of waysAnd I started listening, swallowed my prideAnd he filled it up with graceThose clothes you wear don't cover up your sinYour smile doesn't hide your painLet me tell you how it feels to be washed from withinLet his grace come down like rainWhen the hotels are all filled upLetras de cancionesIt's cold and the headlights are shining in your faceWhen the call comes mostly from insideHow can you refuse his grace?When the call comes mostly from insideHow can you refuse his grace? From Letras Mania