| The rivers, the oceans
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| The ends of the darkest inlets,
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| The lightest-coloured seas.
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| Would not
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| Would not be enough
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| Would not be enough to match the fever in my soul
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| And the fervor in my heart
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| And the darkness that i feel
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| As i’m goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down
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| All the candles in the world
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| Would not be enough to match the burning in my soul
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| And the fever in my heart
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| Count the places of devotion
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| Count the altars of despair
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| As we’re goin' goin' goin' gopin' goin' goin' down
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| All the candles in the world would not be enoughh
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| To match the burning in our souls
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| And the fever in our hearts
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| And the fervor in our eyes
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| As we’re hoping and we’re praying
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| And we’re setting out into the streets
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| Thhe back streets of the world
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| And a prayer going up And a prayer going down
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| And the darkened eaves the pigeons
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| And the candlelight processions
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| On the streets down below
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| As we’re searching and we’re seeking
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| And we’re goin' goin' forgive us lord
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| We’re goin' goin'' down
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| Goin' down on our knees
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| Amen |