| Sat on the floor of an empty church
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| Thinking, «once it’s abandoned, what’s it worth?»
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| For the people and the memories fade away
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| What can we hold on to?
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| What can we even say?
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| To one another when we all need a break?
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| To one another, we all take and take
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| Until there’s nothing left, with no humanity
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| And we all need a miracle to believe
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| Give me my chalice and I’ll take a sip
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| And as the blood runs down, it goes drip, drip
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| Give me my altar and I’ll make it quick
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| And as the words fall out, they go drip, drip
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| Amen
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| Amen
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| (I prayed again)
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| Amen
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| (I prayed again)
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| Amen
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| When I think of all the people that came before
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| With all the beliefs they died for, war after war
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| It makes me sick to my stomach
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| I get sick to my stomach
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| Cause it was rape and destruction all around
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| Lose the blood to the ground, no one’s safe, no one’s sound
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| And now we choose to relive it
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| How do we choose to relive it?
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| Give me my chalice and I’ll take a sip
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| And as the blood runs down, it goes drip, drip
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| Give me my altar and I’ll make it quick |
| And as the words fall out, they go drip, drip
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| Amen
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| Amen
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| (I prayed again)
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| Amen
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| (I prayed again)
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| Amen
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| Give me my chalice and I’ll take a sip
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| And as the blood runs down, it goes drip, drip
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| Give me my altar and I’ll make it quick
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| And as the words fall out, they go drip, drip
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| Give me my chalice and I’ll take a sip
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| And as the blood runs down, it goes drip, drip
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| Give me my altar and I’ll make it quick
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| And as the words fall out, they go drip, drip
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| (I prayed again)
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| Amen
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| (I prayed again)
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| Amen
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| (I prayed again)
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| Amen
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| (I prayed again)
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| Amen
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| Amen
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| Amen |