| I know it sounds crazy
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| But I know what I saw
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| When the sun came up on the brightest day
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| From the darkest night of all
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| I saw the Man die
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| They laid Him in the tomb
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| And I know ‘cause I saw it with my own two eyes
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| When He stepped into the room
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| And I’ve seen too much, too much to deny
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| I’ve seen too much, too much to say goodbye
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| So we scattered to the four winds
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| To tell them what we know
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| But I get so tired and the doubt creeps in
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| And the doubt won’t let me go
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| And it’s all I can do to get up in the morning
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| All I can do to stand up in the storm
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| When all I remember’s the passing form
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| A glimpse of the glory before it was gone
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| And I get so tired of this ridicule
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| But I cannot deny what I know to be true
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| 'Cause I’ve seen too much
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| What else can I do?
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| Where else can I go, Lord?
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| Where else can I go… but to You?
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| I’ve seen too many faces
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| All shining like the sun
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| I’ve seen too many skies on fire
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| Like the face of the Holy One
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| I’ve seen too many eyes wide open
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| That once were so blind
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| All burning with the beauty of the same love
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| The same love that opened mine
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| And I’ve seen too much, too much to deny
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| I’ve seen too much, too many points of light
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| I know too much, I saw the scars and touched His skin
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| That’s how it was, and I cannot hold it in
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| I’ve seen so much that cannot be explained
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| And I realize it’s a mystery of faith
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| But my friend was dead and He walked out of the grave
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| And I knew the world would never be the same
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| I saw too much, when I looked into the eye
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| Of the One I love and the One who loves me
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| And there was nowhere left to hide
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| I’ve seen too much, too much to deny
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| I’ve seen too much, too much to say goodbye
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| Too many points of light, too much to say goodbye |