| Surrounded by a cover like a shield for all the faith
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| Surrounded by this pine and never ending days
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| I’m living in a prison but I dare to die outside
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| That keeps my will alive
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| And we’re sending out a message
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| And we’re sending out a prayer
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| And the voices asking every night
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| Is there anybody there
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| Somebody knows, somebody knows
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| When I pray I can say
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| All my believing in just one word
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| When I pray then I may
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| Sending an unwritten postcard to god
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| And now you buy me roses
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| And some needless little things
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| You’re singing me a song
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| In a tune that no none sings
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| I’m longing for these memories
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| They keep me warm and safe
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| You throw 'em in my grave
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| And I’m sending you a message
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| And I’m sending you a prayer
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| All the echoes whisper in my ear
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| Is there anybody there
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| Somebody knows, somebody knows
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| When I pray I can say
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| All my believing in just one word
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| When I pray then I may
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| Sending an unwritten postcard to god
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| When I pray I can say
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| All my believing in just one word
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| When I pray then I may
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| Sending an unwritten postcard to god
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| When I pray when I pray
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| When I pray when I pray |