| I wish that we could wake this sleeping city
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| So desolate
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| I wish that they’d remove the veil from their face
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| I heard them say
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| Yet they remain…
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| Take their hearts and mold them to everything that you are
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| Take their souls; |
| ignite them until they burn for you
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| Make this day, the day your reckoning bestowed
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| On hungry hearts, the flavor of mercy and justice
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| Would the angels say
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| I wish could wake these sleeping people
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| We see them lay
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| So beautiful, perfect and perfectly broken
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| Yet we see them lay
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| And they remain… |