| It was I that was lost and they that were searching
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| It was I that was weak and they had the power
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| So I went with the others to the bus that was waiting
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| And we drove out for miles to a place in the country
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| We were ten to a room, the windows don’t open
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| We were woken for prayer at four in the morning
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| All wired with hunger and energy crackling
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| And through the corridors I could hear chanting'
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| The hall was lit with candles and all the light was golden
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| And I felt something bursting, something down inside me
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| Singing out aloud about God and Love and Healing
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| And everything was moving and I’m on the floor kneeling
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| I am part of something I am one of the Chosen
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| I am part of something I am one of the Chosen
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| There is something in us all that wants to surrender
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| To be guided through it all like star-eyed children
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| And I hated the world as I’ve come to know it
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| And they hated the world with just the same vengeance
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| And I wanted reasons and they gave me reasons
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| And I wanted purpose, and they gave me purpose
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| And here from the inside all the lights are blazing
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| And the view of the old world is dull and grey and joyless
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| Let it burn inside me, let it burn inside me
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| Let it burn inside me, let it burn inside me
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| Now we are the Holy Fools, we are the fearless
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| We are the Holy Fools we are the fearless
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| And I am part of something I am one of the Chosen
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| I am part of something I am one of the Chosen |