He looked beneath his shirt today
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There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
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From the wound a lovely flower grew
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From somewhere deep inside
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He turned around to face his mother
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To show her the wound in his breast
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That burned like a brand
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But the sword that cut him open
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Was the sword in his mother's hand
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Every day another miracle
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Only death will tear us apart
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To sacrifice a life for yours
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I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
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The blood of the Lazarus heart
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Though the sword was his protection
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The wound itself would give him power
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The power to remake himself at the time of his darkest hour
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She said the wound would give him courage and pain
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The kind of pain that you can't hide
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From the wound a lovely flower grew
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From somewhere deep inside
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Every day another miracle
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Only death will keep us apart
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To sacrifice a life for yours
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I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
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The blood of the Lazarus heart
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Birds on the roof of my mother's house
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I've no stones to chase them away
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Birds on the roof of my mother's house
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Will sit on my roof someday
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They fly at the window, they fly at the door
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Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore
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She counts all her children as a shield against the pain
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Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain
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Every day another miracle
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Only death will keep us apart
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To sacrifice a life for yours
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I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
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The blood of the Lazarus heart
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The Lazarus Heart
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