| I come with my armour in place
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| Emotions in check
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| Thinking I’m smarter, or just more realistic
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| I sit with my frozen smile,
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| All the while reluctant to trust what I’m told
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| Cynical, cold
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| Challenging Music of Heaven
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| To open a crack in my chest
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| And let something glorious in
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| Music of Heaven should puncture me
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| Suddenly blessed, blessed, blessed
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| Let the music begin
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| Let the music begin
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| They sing and they cry and I’ll watch
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| Leaned back in my chair
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| The classic New Yorker,
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| Alone among millions
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| Indifference upon my face
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| Out of place
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| But longing to feel what you feel
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| Like it was real
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| Like there could be
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| Music of Heaven to open some path to your soul
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| And let something glorious in
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| Music of Heaven allows you to give up control
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| Yes, yes
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| Let the music begin
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| Let the music begin
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| And I sit there with dry eyes and cold hands
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| Judging and standing apart
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| Dry eyes and cold hands
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| Waiting and wondering
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| When will it open my heart
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| When will it open my heart
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| When will I open my heart
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| (Holy Father)
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| I hear you singing
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| (Holy Father) |
| I hear you singing
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| (Holy Father)
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| I want to say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| I want to sing Holy Father
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| (Holy Father)
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| I want to sing Holy Father
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| (Holy Father)
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| I want to sing Holy Father
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| (Holy Father)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| I need to sing
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| (Holy Father)
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| I need to cry, yes
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| (Holy Father)
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| I need to believe
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| And I can say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| Oh I can say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| I can say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| Say yes (Yes)
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| Oh I can say yes
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| Yes
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| Yes
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| Let the music begin
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| Let the music begin
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| Let the music begin
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| Let the music begin |