| I hear the voices, excited and free
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| As he leaves Jericho and passes me
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| I can smell the incense, as the temples close their doors
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| Is this the moment I’ve waited for?
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| But what do my eyes see?
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| Nothing but darkness
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| Is it true, is it you that I have searched so long for?
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| The Son of David, is who you are
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| And so I’m told, to trust this man
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| I touch his hand, it’s rough like sand
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| I touch His face, I smell his hair
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| I hear his voice, I say «Beware!»
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| «I must have faith, in a man I’ve never seen»
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| Man from Nazareth, have mercy on me!
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| He puts his hands across my eyes
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| Told I can see, no longer blind
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| But what do my eyes see?
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| Nothing but darkness
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| Is it true, is it you that I have searched so long for?
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| The Son of David, is who you are |