| When you hold your hands out, may your good Lord show a sign
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| And when you seek forgiveness, may your good Lord take the time
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| May your good Lord talk to mine
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| When you light a candle, may your good Lord see it glow
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| Shining through the darkness, may your good Lord make it grow
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| To case alight across the land from killing fields to desert sands
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| From distant shores to where I stand, will your good Lord make it so?
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| And after all I think and do, I can’t believe that this is true
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| If I cry out 'treason', will your good Lord make them pray?
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| All these men of reason, leading nowhere, lost their way
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| Turning riches in to rags, turning rags into the street
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| Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his day
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| And after all is said and done, I can’t believe our gods are one
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| Turning riches into rags, turning rags into the street
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| Turn the streets into a hell, may your good Lord have his day
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| What would it take to take a hold?
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| A sheperd searching for a fold
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| The greatest story ever told
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| Somebody’s lying
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| If I believed in something, would your good Lord make it true?
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| Give me the sword of justice, show me the hate to put it through
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| Cut down the bitter tears, the sleepless nights, the waking fears
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| The empty words, the silent ears, would your good Lord love me too? |