| What’s the miracle, if life itself is not?
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| Who am I to praise it’s worth
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| With a hymn?
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| I may stumble over words that I forgot,
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| Just as life itself will slowly begin.
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| Sing me a song for the mountains to move,
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| Sing me the anthem of life,
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| Sing me the anthem of life.
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| I’m sceptical, I like my glass of wine,
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| I don’t know your name, or what I am to do.
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| One day you’ll wonder why I read between the lines,
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| And you will sing for me, the way I sang for you.
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| Sing me a song for the ocean to part,
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| Sing me the anthem of life,
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| Sing me the anthem of life,
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| Sing me the anthem of life.
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| So another page is turned,
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| Pray I understand what’s happening,
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| But if anything, I do know this,
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| I’ll be the best I can.
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| Sing me a song like the angels rejoice,
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| Sing me an anthem of life,
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| Sing me the anthem,
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| Sing me the anthem of life. |