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World
03:28
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The way of the world
Down the river it goes
The way of the world
It push, pulls, and tells you to follow
Where have all those paths led?
Don't get hypnotized by death
because he came back and said
Tell all the people, tell all the people how
Tell all the people, tell all the people how
he loved you
How he loves you now
The weight of the world
It descends on your heart
The weight of the world
It push, pulls, and tears you apart
How many times have you turned your head?
How many times have you fled?
But he came back and said
Tell all the people, tell all the people how
Tell all the people, tell all the people how
he loved you
How he loves you now
We don't deserve it, but we have you
We don't deserve it, but we have you
We don't deserve it, but we have you
We don't deserve it, but we have you
Tell all the people, tell all the people how
Tell all the people, tell all the people how
he loved you
How he loves you now
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2. |
Too long
03:12
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Leaves of grass
I left you back
Heart of love
You lift me up
I know I'm not alone
My eyes look towards the sun
In this life,
the light's too bright,
so all I see is black,
but I trust
it's just enough
I know it will not last
too long
Elysian fields
There's one that's real
Blazing fire
It burns so high
I stepped right in
My soul's found the kiln
In this life,
the light's too bright,
so all I see is black,
but I trust
it's just enough
I know it will not last
too long
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Home
03:26
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Shake off the dust
Step into the light
We don't expect you to be perfect
We all have our rust
No reason to hide
We don't need you to be perfect
So-called friends
Hell and back again
Where do we go
To find our home?
It's not here this much I know
He kissed the dust
Stooped down so low
Though he was perfect
Love til' death
The seed he sows
We know you are perfect
A true friend
Hell and back again
Where do we go
To find our home?
It's not here this much I know
It's not here this much I know
Take us home
Take us home
Where do we go
To find our home?
It's not here this much I know
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Real love
03:26
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She was sick a long time
Her body it broke from her mind
We would visit sometimes
A nurse would walk by an smile
And I never knew what to say
There probably wasn't much anyways
When a love is real
It's more than what you feel
We forget sometimes
She was in a dream
She took my down to the living stream
We had not believed
This life is really a seed
I didn't know what to say
There probably wasn't much anyways
When a love is real
It's more than what you feel
We forget sometimes
Let your dew descend
Anoint our heads
Cleanse our hearts
Give us of your breath
Show us our head
Make us new hearts
And wake us up from death
And wake us up from death
Give us a love that's real
That's more than what we feel
We forget sometimes
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The veil has been torn
03:37
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The shadow slips from your shoulder
The cabin is so unkempt
The light at the of the tunnel
is the butt of a cigarette
Feed the dog under the table
the scraps left behind
Flowing through the gutter
are rivers of red wine
The well we dug is drying up
The cornerstone now awoke
The veil has been torn
The ships are coming in
They're tied to the dock
The sailors' dark dreams
Turn this neighborhood to rot
The tree in the garden
been there two thousand years
It drinks its sun and water
Along with blood and tears
The well we dug is drying up
The cornerstone now awoke
The veil has been torn
Out in deep space
a sound begins to ring
Our song, which had been silenced
is starting to sing
The hills they roll like waves
with green instead of blue
Swords in for plowshares
The lion and lamb are there too
The well we dug is drying up
The cornerstone now awoke
The veil has been torn
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