| I tried to do all that I can
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| But the churches have run out of candles
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| I tried to give you all I own
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| But the bankers have run out of loaners
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| It’s always just that little bit more
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| That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
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| I tried to block the cabin door
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| But the churches have run out of candles
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| I tried to lend a helping hand
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| But the rooms have all run out of pamphlets
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| I tried to cook it up and turn
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| The kitchen has run out of canned bits
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| It’s always just that little bit more
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| That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
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| I tried a beggin on the cabin floor
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| But the churches have run out of candles
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| Then one day in the cathedral
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| I finally lit you a candle
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| And all along the vaulted halls
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| The virgins did smile from their mantles
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| It’s always just that little bit more
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| That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
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| But gets you where you need to go
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| But the churches have run out of candles
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| It’s always just that little bit more
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| That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
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| But gets you where you need to go
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| But the churches have run out of candles
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| It’s always just that little bit more
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| That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
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| But gets you where you need to go
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| But the churches have run out of candles |