One troubled night in June of '82
I thought I wanted you.
The place was not of mercy made,
And yet, his hand of mercy stayed
To rescue me from long embattled soul.
So oft would I have stumbled there,
With little care, and foolish, blind,
Pursued disastrous course,
But rescue came, and then-
And then I called his name.
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