A deep frustration's running through my veins,
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A dark light's entering the church
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By pale glass windows
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And I feel so cold.
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I can't stop looking at the wooden box placed
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In the very centre of the nave.
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I'm trying to imagine you...
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...Sleeping.
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We're in the home
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Of life and death,
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Where each being takes end.
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And time flows with the sand!
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We cry as one,
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Your friends, your family.
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Death has stained this day.
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And now he's gone away.
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I think you would be smiling
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Listening to this priest today
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Before his church.
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I can still remember
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Your songs about Christendom and slavery.
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I can't realise!
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Death before my eyes!
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Listening to this sermon's lies!
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He's never seen you!
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He's never talked to you!
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How can his white lies be true?
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But I have to understand,
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This prayer that pays tribute too
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It's not here to be true, but to help us go through
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The deep pain that we bear, the way we all suffer.
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Our dreams of paradise get the pain out of our minds.
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We Cry As One
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| Old Dead Tree |
