| When you come back from the sky
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| Will we be so caught up in our pride
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| That we’ll look up, see you there
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| Dressed in glory and all, will we care?
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| And all our moments and all our lives
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| Disassembled in front of our eyes
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| Will I be one fast asleep
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| With no deeds good enough at the gates?
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| I, I don’t know
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| Oh and I, I don’t know
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| When you come back on that day
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| When the sky splits in two at the call of your name
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| Will we see then, what it means?
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| If the path that we’ve lead is as narrow as it seems
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| And your bride, is she pure?
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| To the ones that she’s lost, who don’t care anymore
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| In your kingdom, are they home?
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| Who am I to pretend that I really know?
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| I, I don’t know
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| Tell me 'cause I, I don’t know
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| Oh and I, I don’t know
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| Oh and I, I don’t know
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| From the garden, to the gates
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| Bowed before you, oh, what will you say?
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| Oh, my children, you’ve only ever known my name
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| When you come back, are we lost?
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| Did we miss the whole point all along?
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| Still wandering in this fog
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| I, I don’t know
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| Oh I, I don’t know |