| I found them standing in my door
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| In the clumsy silence of the poor
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| I’ve got no time for precious things
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| But at least they won’t be wandering
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| If they’re sleeping on my stable floor
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| There were no rooms to rent tonight
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| The only empty bed is mine
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| 'Cause I’m overbooked and overrun
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| With so many things that must be done
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| Until I’m numb and running blind
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| I need rest, I need rest
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| Lost inside a forest of a million trees
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| Trying to find my way back to me
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| I need rest
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| As a boy I heard the old men sing
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| About a Kingdom and a coming King
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| But keeping books and changing beds
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| Put a different song inside my head
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| And the melody is deafening
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| I need rest, I need rest
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| Like a drowning man in the open sea
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| I need somebody to rescue me
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| I need rest
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| To Rome we’re only names and numbers
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| Not souls in search of signs and wonders
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| But we’re waiting for the day of our salvation
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| The messiah who will be our liberation
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| We’re waiting, I’m waiting
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| I need rest, I need rest
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| Oh come oh come Emmanuel
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| With a sword deliver Israel
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| I need rest
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| Tonight I can’t get any sleep
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| With those shepherds shouting in the streets
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| A star is shining much too bright
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| Somewhere I hear a baby cry
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| And all I want is a little peace |