| Three thousand years
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| Waiting to be born
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| In my mother’s womb
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| Searching for a soul
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| Silence, a gift of speech
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| Blindness, eternal vision
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| Time a trusted friend
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| God, my son to be born
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| My eyes have seen / spectacular darkness
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| My ears have heard / incredible silence
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| My mind has thought / remarkable nothingness
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| My truth lies in nothingness… nothingness
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| Trust me, I shall stab you in your back
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| See me, I have died in the past
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| Hear me, I scream my silent thoughts
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| I am the liar
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| After six thousand years I shall be born
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| In my mother’s womb searching for a soul
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| Silence a gift of speech blindness eternal vision
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| Time a trusted friend God my son to be born
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| Three thousand years
|
| Waiting to be born
|
| In my mother’s womb
|
| Searching for a soul
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| Silence, a gift of speech
|
| Blindness, eternal vision
|
| Time a trusted friend
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| God, my son to be born
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| Trust me, I shall stab you in your back
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| See me, I have died in the past
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| Hear me, I scream my silent thoughts
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| I am the liar |