| There’s more to this than me
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| There’s more to this than you
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| More to this than the sum of all its parts
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| More to this than I can just keep in my heart
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| There’s a woman offering a spirit like wine
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| And a man in a suit who is trying to sell you God
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| Close you eyes, bow you head and sing without a sound
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| And take off your shoes cause your on holy ground, holy ground
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| It comes up from the earth
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| It comes right through my feet
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| It comes down through my head and out my fingers
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| It bounces off the back wall
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| It’s sent out like a letter from you
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| There’s a woman offering a spirit like wine
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| And a man in a suit who is trying to sell you God
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| Close you eyes, bow you head and sing without a sound
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| And take off your shoes cause your on Holy Ground
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| Holy ground lay down like a lion
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| Lay down like a lamb
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| Lay down in the dark next to me
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| Understand what can folk and unfold
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| There’s a woman offering a spirit like wine
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| And a man in a suit who is trying to sell you God
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| Close you eyes, bow you head, and sing without a sound
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| And take off your shoes cause your on holy ground, holy ground |