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Winston Chapel

Roseburg
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A stone cut out a hill A steeple in the still And it's calling out to you A kind of faint, peculiar tune I wanna see the coast The future that we know And we hope is coming soon A kind of strange, familiar truth We're just holding out our hands For whatever's after that And I said... It's written and it's read Communion with the dead And then they called you by your name And took you in, and it feels the same A magic in the blood A ring around of people that you love Put a halo on the roof A kind of safe, familial proof We're just holding out our hands (Ah) For whatever's after that (Woah) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh) (Woah) (Woah) (Oh) (Oh) (Oh)