| when we came
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| we came through the cold
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| we came bearing gifts of gold
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| and frankincense and myrrh
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| and there were trumpets playing
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| there were angels looking down
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| on a west bank town
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| and he so loved the world!
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| wore we our warmest capes
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| wore we then our walking shoes
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| opened wide the city gates
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| and let us through
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| a child is born
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| born in Bethlehem
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| born in a cattle pen
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| a child is born on the killing floor
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| and still he no crying makes
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| still as the air is he lying so prayerfully there
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| waiting for the war
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| welcome home, my child
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| your home is a checkpoint now
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| your home is a border town
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| welcome to the brawl
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| life ain’t fair, my child
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| put your hands in the air, my child
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| slowly now, single file, now
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| up against the wall
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| wear we now our warmest coats
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| wear we now our walking shoes
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| opened wide the gates of hope
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| and let us through
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| when we came
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| we came through the cold
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| we came bearing gifts of gold
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| and frankincense and myrrh
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| and there were shepherds praying
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| there were lions laying down
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| with the lambs in a west bank town
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| and he so loved the world! |