| So you’re sitting at the movies
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| You’re watching how the story finds a way
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| And you’ve seen it all before
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| Still you love to see the hero save the day
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| It’s a window in the world
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| A little glimpse of all the
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| Goodness getting through
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| And all along the way the days
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| Are made of little moments of truth
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| Oh and every Sunday morning
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| You can see the people standing in a line
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| They’re so hungry for some mercy
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| For a taste of the Communion bread and wine
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| It’s a window in the world
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| A little glimpse of all the
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| Goodness getting through
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| And all along the way the days
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| Are made of little moments of truth
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| It’s the way the clouds are burning
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| From the angle of the light
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| As the earth is slowly turning you to meet it
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| And you’re watching at your window
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| At the ending of the night
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| --It's as plain as day
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| So any fool could see it:
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| It’s a window in the world
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| I can see the groom is waiting
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| He’s watching for the moment she appears
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| They are laying down their lives for love
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| And Love is laying waste to all my fears
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| It’s a window in the world
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| A little portal where you get a better view
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| And the wonder of it all
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| Is all you need to see the goodness getting through
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| And all along the way the days
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| Are made of little moments--
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| All along the way the road
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| Is paved with little moments of truth |