| There’s a blood red circle on the cold dark ground
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| And the rain is falling down
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| The church door’s thrown open
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| I can hear the organ’s song, but the congregation’s gone
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| My city of ruins
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| My city is in ruins
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| Now the sweet bells of mercy drift through the evening trees
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| Young men on the corner, like scattered leaves
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| The boarded up windows and the empty streets
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| While my brother’s down on his knees
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| My city of ruins
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| My city is in ruins
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| Come on, rise up! |
| Come on, rise up!
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| Come on, rise up! |
| Come on, rise up!
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| Come on, ris up! |
| Come on, rise up!
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| Come on, ris up!
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| Now’s there’s tears on the pillow, down there where you slept
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| And you took my heart when you left
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| Without your sweet kiss, my soul is lost, my friend
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| Tell me how do I begin again?
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| My city of ruins
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| My city is in ruins
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| Now with these hands
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| With these hands, I pray, Lord
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| With these hands, with these hands
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| I pray for the strength, Lord
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| With these hands
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| With these hands
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| I pray for your love, Lord
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| With these hands
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| With these hands
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| We pray for the lost, Lord
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| With these hands
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| With these hands
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| I pray for the change, Lord
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| With these hands
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| With these hands
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| Pray for the faith, Lord
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| (With these hands)
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| These hands
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| With these hands
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| I pray for your love, Lord
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| With these hands (C'mon)
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| With these hands (C'mon)
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| Come on, rise up! |
| Come on, rise up!
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| Come on, rise up! |
| Come on, rise up!
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| Come on, rise up! |
| Come on, rise up!
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| Come on, rise up! |
| Come on, rise up!
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| Come on, rise up! |