| Holy Holy Holy
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| Was the groundest tall of all
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| The light across the ocean
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| Shall brighter than before
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| Come to take your last look
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| Across the barren land
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| Come to pray for miracles
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| Beneath the western sky
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| Little pile looks to the sky
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| Wind size from the north
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| Sun deeps down on time of face
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| Burns in silent ties
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| It sails its own for rain tonight
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| 'Coz this could be the last
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| Come to pray the miracles
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| Beneath the western sky
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| I cannot find the words I say
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| I only want to say to you
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| I only want the best for you
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| 'Coz your the one who make me see
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| The love was right in front of me
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| (And) How could I fail to recognize
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| The caring smile across your eyes
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| Hey, hello assigned your shell
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| Do you believe in love
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| Then roll away the empty stone
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| Up the hill once more
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| Wake up and face your life again
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| 'Coz even tall trees bend
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| No need to pray for miracles
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| Beneath the western sky |