| My mind is clearer now.
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| At last all too well I can see where we all soon will be.
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| If you strip away the myth from the man,
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| You will see where we all soon will be.
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| Jesus!
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| You’ve started to believe
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| The things they say of you.
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| You really do believe
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| This talk of God is true.
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| All all the good you’ve done
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| Will soon get swept away.
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| You’ve begun to matter more than the things you say.
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| Listen Jesus I don’t like what I see.
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| All I ask is that you listen to me.
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| And remember, I’ve been your right hand man all along.
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| You have set them all on fire.
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| They think they’ve found the new Messiah,
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| And they’ll hurt you when they find they’re wrong.
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| I remember when this whole thing began.
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| No talk of God then, we called you a man.
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| And believe me, my admiration for you hasn’t died.
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| But every word you say today
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| Get’s twisted 'round some other way.
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| And they’ll hurt you if they think you’ve lied.
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| Nazareth, your famous son should have stayed a great unknown
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| Like his father carving wood
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| He’d have made good.
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| Tables, chairs, and oaken chest would have suited Jesus best.
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| He’d have caused nobody harm, no-one alarm.
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| Listen Jesus, do you care for your race?
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| Don’t you see we must keep in our place?
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| We are occupied; |
| have you forgotten how put down we are?
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| I am frightened by the crowd.
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| For we are getting much too loud.
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| And they’ll crush us if we go too far.
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| Listen Jesus, to the warning I give.
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| Please remember that I want us to live.
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| But it’s sad to see our chances weakening with every hour.
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| All your followers are blind.
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| Too much heaven on their minds.
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| It was beautiful but now it’s sour.
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| Yes it’s all gone sour… |