| I am broken
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| I am wounded
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| I am wretched and ashamed
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| And a harlot is like a chain around my neck
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| It’s my name
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| She sings the song of humanity the song of you the song of me
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| They drag her through the city square
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| Dragging her by her hair
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| She’s kicking screaming and fighting
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| I’m broken I’m wounded
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| I’m angry and afraid
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| And a harlot is like a chain around my neck
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| It’s my name
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| She’s faced down
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| Theres tangled hair
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| Everywhere as she’s crying in the dust
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| As the dust turns to mudd on her face
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| Theres tangled hair
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| Everywhere as she’s crying in the dust
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| Face down
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| Open up o open up o ground beneath me
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| How long does it take to stone one harlot down
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| I know the law as well as they do and I’m guilty, guilty
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| An adulterer, and I know I know
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| O will this day never end
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| How long does it take to stone one harlot
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| I am broken
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| I am wounded
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| I am wretched and ashamed
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| And a harlot is like a chain around my neck, it’s my name
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| As a congregation of the righteous gather round
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| They are ready to stone her down
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| And someone from that frenzied mob
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| Shouts out, «let's take her to the teacher
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| Let’s test him and see what he will say!»
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| An an erruption of agreement
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| As they take her by her hair
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| They drag her through the city square
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| Theyre dragging her by her hair
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| She gave up the fight like a limp rag
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| They drag her through the city square
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| Dragging her by her hair
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| She’s faced down
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| I am broken I am wounded
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| I am angry and afraid
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| And a harlot is like a chain around my neck, it’s my name
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| It’s who I am
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| Open up o open up o ground beneath me
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| It wasn’t supposed to end this way
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| But I am guilty and I know it
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| I’ve got so many plans so much to do
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| But now it’s too late
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| Guilty and I know it
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| Face down
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| What is he doing?
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| As the congregation of the righteous gather round
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| Theyre ready to stone her down
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| They throw her at the feet of a teacher
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| Dare I look up?
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| Surely they have brought me here to mock me
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| Theres tangled hair
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| Everywhere as she’s crying in the dust
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| As the dust turns to mudd on her face
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| Theres tangled hair everywhere she’s faced down in the dust
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| In the mudd
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| And there is a hush
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| And the congregation
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| What is he doing?
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| Time stands still
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| As the court of heaven was seated
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| There is a great throne of judgement
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| And there is the harlot and she is me
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| Face down
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| Looking through the tangled hair and the mudd in my eyes
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| With a grimace I raise my gaze only to realize
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| I am surrounded by beauty that will never be mine
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| As regret like a wave came crushing over me
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| If I had only known that such beauty was available
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| If I had only known but now it’s too late
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| And the accuser of the brethren was pacing back and forth and back and forth
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| and to and fro
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| As he spat out his words
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| He was going back and forth and back and forth
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| He was listing off my sins one by one
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| And the thing was he was telling the truth
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| Guilty guilty guilty guilty
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| And the great count of witnesses and the angels o the angels
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| Looked on the scene
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| As the accuser of the brethren was going back and forth
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| Glee in his eye
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| Guilty guilty guilty guilty
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| And resounded to the corridor of eternity in time
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| Like a thunder in my soul
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| He was right I was guilty
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| Guilty to eternal damnation for my soul
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| And there was nothing I could there was nothing I could do
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| Face down
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| Face down
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| Couldn’t even open my eyes
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| The regret was so strong
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| There’s a hand on my shoulder
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| A hand on my shoulder
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| And I hear a voice
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| Like music in my ear
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| Dare I look up?
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| I couldn’t lift my eyes but all I saw
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| Were those beautiful feet
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| And I heared that voice like music
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| Music to my soul
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| He said: Father, I desire that she will be with me where I am
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| Show her my glory
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| Father, I desire this one
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| This one she is mine
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| She is mine
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| She is mine
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| He was praying for my soul
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| He was pleading for my behalf
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| He was praying for me
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| I couldn’t comprehend it
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| I couldn’t understand what was going on
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| Father, I desire that everything that’s mine would be hers
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| And everything that’s hers would be mine
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| Father, father, I desire this one, this one
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| She is mine
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| She is mine
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| She is mine
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| And all the heaven gasped unbelief
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| And I opened up my eyes |
| And I watched in wonder
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| This beautiful one stood to his feet
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| I looked up and there was a great throne and there was the father
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| And he had a cup of wrath with my name on it
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| It had my name on it
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| And I was just about to rise to drink
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| Guilty guilty guilty
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| But I watched in unbelief
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| As this beautiful one
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| He walked over to his father
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| And took of the cup
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| And before I knew what was going on
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| He drank of the cup
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| He drank of the cup
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| He drank of the cup of the father’s wrath
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| He drank of the cup of the marriage wine
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| He drank of the cup with my name on it
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| He drank of the cup
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| And oh the blood
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| I jumped to my feet and I ran over to him and it was too late
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| I tried to stop him but I didn’t know it was too late
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| And oh the blood
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| Oh the blood
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| Oh oh the blood
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| It should have been me
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| And I was weeping and weeping
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| And I ran over forgetting where I was
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| And I fell down
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| Face down down and
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| O please father crush him
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| But it was too late
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| I began to plead it should have been me
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| It should have been me
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| But it was too late
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| Why did he do it
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| But it was too late
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| And oh the blood
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| And oh the blood
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| And oh the blood
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| And oh the blood
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| I was weeping weeping and crying it should have been me
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| It should have been me
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| Face down
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| Why did he do it?
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| Why did he do it?
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| It should have been me
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| Was weeping and weeping
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| Why did he gave his life
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| Oh the blood
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| Was weeping and weeping
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| And I heard a whisper like music
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| What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours
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| I looked to the left
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| I looked to the right
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| And I was on a sea of glace like crystal
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| There was a great great great congregation dressed in white
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| From every tounge
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| From every tribe
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| From every people
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| And the music began
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| And a celebration erupted
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| And I opened up my eyes
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| And there was the lamb
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| As though he was slain
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| And I was at a wedding
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| And I couldn’t believe my eyes
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| I looked down
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| And I was dressed in garments
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| Garments of beauty
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| And the music erupted and the angels sing
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| Hallelujah! |
| Hallelujah! |
| the chore has broke out
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| And I looked out and saw the lamb with eyes like fire radiating radiating with
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| desire
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| And he said what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours
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| Arise and sit on the throne, prepare for your beautyrise beauty rise,
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| beauty rise
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| And we say with one heart and one voice
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| Worthy is the lamb of god
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| Who takes away the sins of the world
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| Oh worthy is the lamb of god
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| Who takes away the sins of the world
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| Worthy is the lamb of god yeah
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| Who takes away the sins of the world
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| Worthy is the lamb of god yeah
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| Who takes away the sins of the world
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| We will marry the lamb
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| Halle halle hallelujah
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| Halle halle hallelujah
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| We will marry the lamb forever amen
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| And worthy is the lamb of god, who takes away the sins of the world
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| Worthy is the lamb of god
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| Who takes away the sins of the world
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| Hallelujah hallelujah
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| There’s gonna be a wedding
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| There’s gonna be a wedding there’s gonna be a wedding yeahpeople get ready
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| There’s gonna be a wedding
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| There’s gonna be a wedding there’s gonna be a wedding people get ready
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| There’s gonna be a wedding
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| There’s gonna be a wedding there’s gonna be a wedding
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| What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours
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| Who can comprehend where this is going
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| He said: Beauty arise, arise, arise |