| I can see it my past, like a passive kind of memory
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| And picking petals from a flower, in the garden like a ceremony
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| (Can't you feel?) Can you feel it now?
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| Tearing up my pagan heart
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| Yes I swear shall put right before duty pause
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| Without faith, hope and charity
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| I was on a wayward path just to get in a darkest land
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| Just a tired and sick old boy
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| I couldn’t know, I couldn’t understand
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| (Can't you see?) I can see it now
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| A hundred daggers if I did perceive
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| And I can see it even clearer now
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| Like a child, I wouldn’t be deceived
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| Upon that faith, hope and charity
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| (Would you like to go back to the answer?)
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| Yes I think I do
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| (Would you run on back to the answer?)
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| No it isn’t true
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| (Would you like to go back to the answer?)
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| Yes I said I think I do
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| (Would you run on back to the answer?)
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| No it isn’t true
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| (Would you tell?)
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| No, no, I wouldn’t tell
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| I couldn’t tell, I shouldn’t tell
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| I swear I’d never tell
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| I would cherish such a secret
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| For fear that I’d die and go to hell
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| Without faith, hope and charity
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| Ooh
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| (Faith, hope and charity)
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| Faith, hope and charity |