| Asked by the door to get to heaven
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| Seven trumpets big and bright
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| You hear it coming in the middle of the night
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| A caution to the children
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| Time to turn your crimson white
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| We’ve all got reservations
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| Trials will come suddenly
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| And without explanation
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| But you were born with goodness
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| You were born with goodness wherever you go
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| I’m right behind you in the light of hope
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| I’ll be beside you on that dusty road
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| And if you get by, well that’s alright
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| Wicked winds blow with grace and might
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| Cling to the ways of my name
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| When you touch the star
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| I break your word over me Sinking in the quicksand
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| Break your word, but don’t you see
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| You’re breaking me down now?
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| I’m right behind you in the light of hope
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| I’ll be beside you on that dusty road
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| When no one expects you to deny
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| And no one accepts your reasons why
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| You cling to the ways of my name
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| When you touch the star
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| No one expects you to deny
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| And no one accepts your reasons why
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| You cling to the ways of my name
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| When you touch the star |