| Can’t you feel it in your bones
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| Something isn’t right here
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| Something that you’ve always known
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| But you don’t know why
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| 'Cause every time the sun goes down
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| We face another night here
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| Waiting for the world to spin around
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| Just to survive
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| But when you see the morning sun
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| Burning through a silver mist
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| Don’t you want to thank someone?
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| Don’t you want to thank someone for this?
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| Well have you ever wonder why
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| In spite of all that’s wrong here
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| There’s still so much that goes so right
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| And beauty abounds?
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| 'Cause sometimes when you walk outside
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| The air is full of song here
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| The thunder rolls and the baby sighs
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| And the rain comes down
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| And when you see the spring has come
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| And it warms you like a mother’s kiss
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| Oh don’t you want to thank someone?
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| Don’t you want to thank someone for this?
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| To thank someone for this?
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| Oh don’t you want to thank someone?
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| Don’t you want to thank someone for this?
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| I used to be a little boy
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| As golden as a sunrise
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| Breaking over Illinois
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| When the corn was tall
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| Yeah, but every little boy grows up
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| And he’s haunted by the heart that died
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| Longing for the world that was
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| Before the Fall
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| Oh, but then forgiveness comes
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| A grace that I cannot resist
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| And I just want to thank someone
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| I just want to thank someone for this
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| Now I can see the world is charged
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| It’s glimmering with promises
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| Written in a script of stars
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| And dripping from prophets' lips
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| Oh but still, my thirst is never slaked
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| I am hounded by a restlessness
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| Eaten by this endless ache
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| But still I will give thanks for this
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| 'Cause I can see it in the seas of wheat
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| I can feel it when the horses run
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| It’s howling in the snowy peaks
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| It’s blazing in the midnight sun
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| Oh just behind a veil of wind
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| A million angels waiting in the wings
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| A swirling storm of cherubim
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| Making ready for the Reckoning
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| Oh, how long, how long?
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| Oh, sing on, sing on
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| And when the world is new again
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| And the children of the king
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| Are ancient in their youth again
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| Maybe it’s a better thing
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| A better thing
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| To be more than merely innocent
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| But to be broken then redeemed by love
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| Maybe this old world is bent
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| But it’s waking up
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| And I’m waking up
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| 'Cause I can hear the voice of one
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| He’s crying in the wilderness
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| «Make ready for the kingdom come»
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| Don’t you want to thank someone for this?
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| To thank someone for this?
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Hallalujah, hallelujah
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| Come back soon
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| Come back soon |