| I stopped in the church to pray
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| It was the middle of the day
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| And I don’t even know if I believe in God
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| But I laid my soul on the table
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| And left that place believing I was able
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| To pull back the curtain old fears had drawn
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| I was out on the fourth of July
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| When I saw those kids, and just had to cry
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| The whole town was blazing in the summer’s heat
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| But out in front of a row of rundown shacks
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| They had that fire hydrant uncapped
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| Baptizing their bodies right there in the street
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| There’s a tree outside my window
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| It sings when wind blows
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| I’ve got water and fire
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| I know sorrow, I feel desire
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| And could it be that the kingdom has already come
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| We all see good or bad in everything that we have
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| But life is waiting just behind that veil
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| If this will be loved and that will be hated
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| The soul is left to struggle segregated
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| Trapped in the harbor too weighed down to sail
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| There’s a tree outside my window
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| It sings when wind blows
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| I’ve got water and fire
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| I know sorrow, I feel desire
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| And could it be that the kingdom has already come
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| And could it be that the kingdom has already come |