| When I heard you sing
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| It felt like a christening
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| A baptism at the back of the bar
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| I fell under your spell
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| You sang my life so well
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| As your voice quivers with each line you deliver
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| I hear the orchestra as I stand in awe
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| I felt so close to the Lord
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| I’ve tried my whole life to ignore
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| But, Love, I’m alive
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| And maybe the Star of Bethnal Green
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| Could lead us back to Bethlehem
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| Lord, I have tried
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| And maybe the Star of Bethnal Green
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| Could lead us back to Bethlehem
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| When I heard you sing
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| It was a balm for the blistering
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| My eyes, all swollen and scarred
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| Your hands guide mine over the braille
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| I felt each word without fail
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| And, Love, I’m alive
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| And maybe the Star of Bethnal Green
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| Could lead us back to Bethlehem
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| Lord, I have tried
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| And maybe the Star of Bethnal Green
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| Could lead us back to Bethlehem |