It was, once it was
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There, at the beginning of days.
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Power, heavenly power,
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A maiden and a bird above her.
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For two thousand years we pretended
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That there is no past and we have nothing to look forward to.
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Loved themselves, kings and saints,
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Which we ourselves hastened to crucify.
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For two thousand years we have not waited for him,
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Why do we need a Savior, why forgive us?
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But the mind is on fire and the heart hurts,
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We cannot understand this pain!
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And the bird is flying...
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For two thousand years we pretended
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That there is no past and we have nothing to look forward to.
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Loved themselves, kings and saints,
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Which we ourselves hastened to crucify.
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For two thousand years we have not waited for him,
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Why do we need a Savior, why forgive us?
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But the mind is on fire and the heart hurts,
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We cannot understand this pain!
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And the bird is flying...
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In my mouth
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In my mouth
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Words of love,
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In my eyes,
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In my eyes
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Gentle light of love.
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And waiting for you
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And waiting for you
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The road to heaven,
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But still know...
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For two thousand years we pretended
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That there is no past and we have nothing to look forward to.
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Loved themselves, kings and saints,
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Which we ourselves hastened to crucify.
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For two thousand years we have not waited for him,
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Why do we need a Savior, why forgive us?
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But the mind is on fire and the heart hurts,
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We cannot understand this pain!
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And the bird is flying...
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And the bird is flying...
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And the bird is flying... |