| Oh, sweet thing
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| Zion doesn’t love You
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| And Babylon don’t love You
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| But You love everything
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| Oh, You saint
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| America don’t love You
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| So I could never love You
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| In spite of everything
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| In the dark of this place
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| There’s the glow of Your face
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| There’s the dust on the screen
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| Of this broken machine
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| And I can’t help but feel
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| That I’ve made some mistake
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| But I let it go
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| Ya Hey, Ya Hey, Ya Hey
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| Through the fire and through the flames
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Deo)
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| You won’t even say Your name
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Deo)
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| Through the fire and through the flames
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| You won’t even say Your name
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| Only «I am that I am»
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| But who could ever live that way?
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| Ut Deo, Ya Hey
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| Ut Deo, Deo
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| Oh, the motherland don’t love You
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| The fatherland don’t love You
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| So why love anything?
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| Oh, good God
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| The faithless, they don’t love You
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| The zealous hearts don’t love You
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| And that’s not gonna change
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| All the cameras and files
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| All the paranoid styles
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| All the tension and fear
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| Of a secret career
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| And I can’t help but feel
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| That You seen the mistakes
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| But You let it go
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| Ya Hey, Ya Hey, Ya Hey
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| Through the fire and through the flames
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Deo)
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| You won’t even say Your name
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Deo)
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| Through the fire and through the flames
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| You won’t even say Your name
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| You say, «I am that I am»
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| But who could ever live that way?
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| Ut Deo, Ya Hey
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| Ut Deo, Deo
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| Outside the tents
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| On the festival grounds
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| As the air began to cool
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| And the sun went down
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| My soul swooned
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| As I faintly heard the sound
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| Of You spinning «Israelites»
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| Into «19th Nervous Breakdown»
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| Through the fire and through the flames
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Deo)
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| You won’t even say Your name
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Ya Hey)
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| (Ut Deo, Deo)
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| Through the fire and through the flames
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| You won’t even say Your name
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| Only «I am what I am»
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| But who could ever live that way?
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| Ut Deo, Ya Hey
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| Ut Deo, Deo
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| Through the fire and through the flames
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| You won’t even say Your name
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| Only «I am that I am»
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| But who could ever live that way?
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| (Ya Hey, Ya Hey)
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| Ut Deo, Ya Hey
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| Ut Deo, Deo |