| «Step through this trampled wall
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| The unhinged door betrays it all
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| That far within our faith we were all waiting
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| The broken glass reflects the haze
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| It shines like endless holy days
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| Struggling to remember what they’re celebrating
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| Well, a God descended
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| And the reason ended
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| His life was lifted just above the law
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| And now we have to live with what we did
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| With what we saw
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| Well, you mend your clothes and patch your roof
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| And slivers of God’s shattered truth
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| Grow tender as the grass in clean-swept yards
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| But a savior came and told us how
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| The truth was all around us now
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| Abandon house and field and gather up the shards
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| Well, you build your faith with strength and duty
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| Build your love but there’s a beauty
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| Well you know the scriptures tell
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| There are a few shards left in hell
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| And if we want a god we had to follow, follow him down
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| Pictures torn out of their frames
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| And orgies where we lost our names
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| All were gone with time’s real desire
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| Well, you ask how God can curse you thus
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| That’s not a question asked by us
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| We burned our beds and books
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| We fear we’ve lost the fire |