I'm Peter van der Hold
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I'm 68 years old
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I doubt some questions have increased
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In 42 years of being a priest
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I'm at the end of my life
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I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive
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I often don't know what to say
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When I talk to Him, when I pray
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In reply I receive
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Only silence, no relief
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I've waited in vain for a little advice
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from that great voice in the ethereal skies
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Once I was revolutionary
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A devoted mercenary
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A gifted student in God's hands
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Now I'm old and sick of his demands
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I tried to be honest and good
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Did my job the best I could
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But I always stayed that average man
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Right in the spot where I'll began
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During the grief with which I've dealt
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Spent three decades since I've felt
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The certainty I so have thought 'bout the existence of the Lord
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I've seen enough, that's why I know
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God left this place, long long time ago
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I'll give him to my perish
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Things I don't have myself but cherish
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And namely love and charity
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Mostly purpose that's what sets you free
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So I'm where the metaphore
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I'm not comforting anymore
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I think I'm almost done with my search
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Got old so fast even in my church
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But feels as if I'm kept out
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Some sort of secret about
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The meaning of life sometimes
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Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types
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I've seen enough, that's why I know
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God left this place, long long time ago
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I've seen enough, that's why I know
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God left this place, long long time ago
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And time has made me good at one thing
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And horrible at everything else
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The blessings of a world divine
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Were always elsewhere and never mine
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Oh, I would like to hold someone
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Briefly maybe have some fun
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My body's hardly designed
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So I'm not really the hugging kind
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Not once has it been
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Someone with a softer skin
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Who reached out for me in the middle of the night
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'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light
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I think I've been miscast
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And the time of saints is passed
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My faith is reclassed but not least
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After 42 years of being a priest
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The church is like a woman
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Thing out of reach like a vision
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She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get
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Now I've left you with my regret
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I've seen enough, that's why I know
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God left this place, long long time ago
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I've seen enough, that's why I know
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God left this place, long long time ago
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I've seen enough, that's why I know
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God left this place, long long time ago
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I've seen enough, that's why I know
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God left this place, long long time ago
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It's my portion, it's my call...
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It's my portion, it's my call...
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The Priest
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Milow |