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perfect peace
mountains robed in glory
coming into view
father speaks
son becomes the story
essence of all true
i saw what cannot be seen
she spoke to me
take what you've learned set it free
see what you'll see
ah flowing power waterfall of wisdom
flawless bold commands
masterpiece written o'er the vision by the perfect man
living martyr truer than the seasons
no more place for lies
cast a seed push aside the reason
reign of terror dies
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over my head i hear music in the air
over my head i hear music over my head
it's loud and clear
it's going to my head
music music i hear music
music i hear music music music oh! oh! oh! lord music over my head
i! i! i! hear it so clear
i! i! i! hear it so dear
i know i know i know i'm not crazy
it's going to my head
grandma used to sing
grandma used to sing
everynight while she was prayin'
over my head
over my head i hear music oh lord
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Summerland in my past
Days were full and I knew it would last
I never thought there was anything else but you
Summerland
The wind is getting cold
Summerland
You're finally getting old
Not much time, there's much to do
Look ahead and walk on through
No one's taking sides this time it's you
Summerland
Your sky can still be blue
Summerland
Always in love with you
Summerland in my past
Days were full and I knew it would last
I never thought there was anything else but you
Summerland
Summerland
The wind is getting cold
Summerland
You're finally getting old
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everybody knows a little bit
the time for playing innocence is over
ignorance is a road that leads to trouble
wisdom is a treasure born in heaven
those who find her have a precious something
now everyone's entitled to his own opinion
criticism without knowledge
much is learned from small beginnings
much forgotten causing folly
this love i found is covered in forgiving
everyday there's hope for the future
before i sing these words out of being
let me take the time to say i love you
i saw the man stare in silence
why can't he be honest with who he wants to believe
a cry for help was written on the cover of the magazine
and i know what it means
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i walked through a garden in the morning
i walked right into a change
no words were spoken
just a feeling
and i cannot explain
but i can feel the difference
i can feel the difference
wind it comes and it blows
where it comes from
i don't know
to look for a reason might just kill it
and i cannot explain
but i cannot explain
(i can feel the difference oh jesus yeah)
(in the garden of St. Anne's-on-the-Hill)
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she stands in the waiting
she looks down to speak
your eyes speak invitation
to follow with the beat
she said oh no i'll never be the same
you struck my heart like lightning
i'll never be the same
i've come to know the color of indecisiveness
tell me what i'm feeling in seven words or less
the way looks awful lonely so long or maybe less
the time has passed so slowly
there's pressure on my chest
your eyes speak invitation
to follow with the beat
so tell me what i'm feeling
in seven words so speak
[come on baby come on along the road's not that long gretchen gretchen gretchen i wanna go]
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broken body its joints at war
religious vipers sucking royal blood
the price is paid
the final score
the truth exists even through pious mud
who are these people behind the stained glass windows
have they forgotten just what they came here for
was it salvation or "scared of hell"
or an assembly of a social get-together
what's the mission of the preacher man?
some are true some do lie
what's the mission of the preacher man
yeah! yeah! yeah!
a threat of justice the lazy judge
the governess teaches his son to scream
adopted child
true path to trudge
no minor plot to undermine his dream
(preacher: bless god! the more i think about it the more i think i was preaching the truth i went down to the cadillac agency and one hour later i drove out a new cadillac hallelujah say praise the lord bless god i'm gonna drive that cadillac down here and get it dusty and dirty and use it for god hallelujah! thank you jesus)
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a boys own story grows up to be a man
he catches the fall
he's given a second chance
lightning flashing east to west
love is falling on pain
don't fall on me
pain don't fall on me
pain don't fall on me
love fall on me
hand to hand
breath to breath
the boy to man
spirit and death
lightning flashing east to west
love is falling on pain
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when i look up at the stars at night
what could i find beyond the light
a hundred million worlds that we ignore
who can restrain pleiades
or know the laws of heavenly's
how many times have we been wrong before
far off in the field i see a castle
today the people gather at the pole
he tried to tell us all the world was spherical
they burned his body but not his soul
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this is not the end of the road
it goes on for maybe miles and miles
this is not the time to give up hope
but it's easier said than done
it's easier said than done
it's easier to give up and run
it's easier
don't believe it
it's a lie
don't believe it
don't you even try
we have heard the man and devil lies
we've heard it all for far too long
this is not the time to be weak
but if you are well you're not alone
(it's easier said than done)
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i am who i am and i don't doubt it
you are who you are is what i know
hearing all the words of many others
does it make a difference when they're wrong
here we are somewhere in the circle
dancing madly backwards round about
and who's to blame for little ones who stumble
who can throw the stone and knock them out
there is trouble in the kingdom
send a message to the king
there is trouble in the kingdom
send a message to the king
i heard a voice whisper in the thunder
i believe his words but who am i
hearing all the words of many others
standing before pharisees and scribes
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where are you tonight
i don't seem to know you
no i'm not all right
where are you tonight
and my heart is nearly gone
there's not much left to offer
if i could somehow know
i could stop the burning down
where are you tonight
are you even really out there
i won't put up a fight
where are you tonight
and the world keeps spinning round
a vicious cycle turning
some of them know love
some of us know the burning down
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