| A million coming from a narrow aisle
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| Squashing through the needle’s eye
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| A million voices, a million dreams
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| Fallen by the wayside
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| A million crosses, depleting tribe
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| Memories pave the pathway
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| Untold numbers without a name
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| For those who follow
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| The smell of withered roses
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| We’re running down these long cold roads
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| When we’re in need of You You’re falling silent
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| We’re heading for the crossroads waiting for a sign
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| It seems God’s fallen silent
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| We’re running down these long cold roads
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| When we’re in need of You You’re falling silent
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| We’re heading for the crossroads waiting for a sign
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| It seems God’s fallen silent
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| We keep on chasing our one true love
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| And swear that it’s forever
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| We give a little to get it all
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| What You may slot together
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| Amassing riches, amassing fame
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| We breathe the dust of glory
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| You learn to walk and to run your game
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| And blind out finitude and…
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| It’s a come and go
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| We’re running down these long cold roads
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| When we’re in need of You You’re falling silent
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| We’re heading for the crossroads waiting for a sign
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| It seems God’s fallen silent
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| We’re never asking much
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| But when we’re asking for the way
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| You’re falling silent
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| We’re standing at the crossroads
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| Asking for the way to take
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| God’s fallen silent
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| You seize the day
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| You better seize it hard
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| No time to wait for answers
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| To the questions never asked
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| By the eternal dancer
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| And as we’re drifting aimlessly
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| We’re deafened by the brawl
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| Don’t You speak or can’t I head You
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| In the rushing of the falls
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| We’re running down these long cold roads
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| When we’re in need of You You’re falling silent
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| We’re heading for the crossroads waiting for a sign
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| It seems God’s fallen silent…
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| We’re never asking much
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| But when we’re asking for the way
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| You’re falling silent
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| We’re standing at the crossroads
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| Asking for the way to take
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| God’s fallen silent |