| Denomination… A dumb stare may show either
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| A lack of understanding or a sign of genius
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| Divinity rests in places unseen
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| Divinity rests in places unseen
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| Masked by a chance encounter or an everyday endurance
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| As streets divide cities, you skin divides all of you
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| And as cells to the petal of a wilted flower
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| To soil we return in a…
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| A city on a hill cannot be hidden
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| So clap your hands, all you nations
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| You cannot hope to understand someone completely until
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| You cease to make assumptions about them
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| But that will never happen
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| So for now we’ll settle with gentle acquainteses
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| As streets divide cities, you skin divides all of you
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| And as cells to the petal of a wilted flower
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| To soil we return in a…
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| Magnificent rejoice as for the ejection
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| All the rest will dance
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| A city on a hill cannot be hidden
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| So clap your hands all you nations
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| Clap your hands all you nations
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| Brab-ba-da-ba-dal |