Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Have you seen behind the screen
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That severs life from art?
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Or do you see the same as me,
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Completeness come apart?
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And who am I to qualify
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The contents of your heart?
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It's a simple understanding
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Of the way you hand it over
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And hold on to it, too
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With the lightness of a feather
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It's the web that ties together
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What is true
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Make it happen
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Make it happen
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Create the night anew
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It's a hymn to the grace
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That's found a place in you
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Could I look into a book
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And find the answer there?
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Or do the angels prearrange
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An eye for what is rare?
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And would the prize anaesthetise
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The ache that makes me share?
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It's a simple understanding
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Of the way you hand it over
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And hold on to it, too
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With the lightness of a feather
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It's the web that ties together
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What is true
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See the others flappin'
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With their fingers snappin'
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Tryin' to make it happen, too...
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It's a hymn to the grace
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That's found a place in you.
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Hymn to Grace
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Aztec Camera |