| He showed me a sound only wise men have heard
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| I bow my head before a god made of words
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| He made a woman out of bone and a man out of dirt
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| Or so I have heard
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| Now I met a man with sadness-filled eyes
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| Trying so hard to act paralyzed
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| Now I met a man with sadness all over his eyes
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| It was not long til I realized
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| That he’s made of flesh nor bones
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| He’s an idea that wonders and roams
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| He’s not made out of flesh nor bones
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| He’s a voice that does not sing but moans
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| A trombone producing unknown tones
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| So lift up your voice, it’s time to rejoice
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| I was told with a smile, as if had a choice
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| We’ve all arrived to be purified
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| Well it’s not even close to what I had in mind
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| But lead me down at the pearly gates
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| Lead me down where we’ll be saints
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| Lead me down, down at the gates
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| A thought that crossed my mind, I never spoke out loud
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| It let me go unnoticed, like a shadow in a crowd
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| A thought that crossed my mind, I never spoke out loud
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| It helped God from being proud and keeps the Devil bound
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| For a while
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| Now God, he did not care or he just did not understand
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| Devil got excited and with a grin he shook my hand
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| He said in the heart of my land
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| There’s something that I’d understand
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| Oh, but I did not care
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| He said son, with your voice you’re allowed to rejoice
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| He said with a smile, as if I had a choice
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| We’ve all arrived to be purified
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| Well it’s not even close to what I had in mind
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| But lead me down at the pearly gates
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| Lead me down where we’ll be saints
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| Lead me down, down at the gates
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| Lead me down at the pearly gates
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| Lead me down where some will be saints
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| Lead me down, down at the gates
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| Lift up your voice, it’s time to rejoice
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| I was told with a smile, as if had a choice
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| We’ve all arrived to be purified
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| Well it’s not even close to what I had in mind
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| But lead me down at the pearly gates
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| Lead me down where some will be saints
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| Lead me down, down at the gates |