| We’re tossing pennies in the well, empty pockets all turned out.
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| Happy shining blessed are the ones who hunger.
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| When our poverty is plain, I’ll try to burn it in my brain.
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| Trace a line around your face to paint a picture.
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| So further up and further in we have nowhere else to go.
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| As we plant the seeds of toil and tears, it’s beauty we will sow.
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| Blessed are the ones, Oh blessed are the ones.
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| Blessed are the hungry ones.
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| Let’s build a house with turned out doors, so we can share what love affords.
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| Pour ourselves out like a wine that we’ve been saving.
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| So, when our well is running dry, and when we raise our glasses high
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| happy, shining are the faces of the thirsty.
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| So further up and further in we have nowhere else to go.
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| But you give us seeds of toil and tears, it’s beauty we will sow.
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| and blessed are the ones, Oh, blessed are the ones.
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| Blessed are the thirsty ones.
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| Love is all, love is all, love is all, yeah, love is all, love is all we need.
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| So further up and further in we have no place else to go.
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| And when all we have is what we need, its joy that we will sow.
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| Blessed are the ones, Oh, blessed are the ones,
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| Blessed are the hungry ones. |
| We are blessed, yeah. |