| «Prove yourself to me, «you say
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| A skeptic waiting for a faulty word
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| A sole mistake, a lapse of timing
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| I release your arms to show you trust
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| To make the miracle, to will the rain
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| To part the seas, to press the wine from water
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| But without faith, I am nothing
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| To demand is to deny
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| For an instant you will see me As I flicker from your eye
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| And while you hold your eyelids shut
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| The buttermilk will boil to blood
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| And onyx black, the net of sky falls to reveal the light beyond
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| And still you swear upon your heart
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| That you can taste the wind and hear the ground
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| Beneath you, yet you still refuse to see
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| With your doubt, all is comfort
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| We are all as we appear
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| No more questions left unanswered
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| No more wonder, no more fear
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| Nothing is beauty, nothing’s feeling
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| Blood where there once was a soul
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| So I ask you, prove yourself
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| Make me believe that you are whole |