Good God. If Your song leaves our lips, If Your work leaves our hands, Then we will be wanderers and vagabonds They will stare and say how empty we are, How the freedom we had Turned us up as dead men
Let us be cold, make us weak Let us, because we all have ears, Let us, because we all have eyes, Good God
How they knew that this would happen They knew, they knew that this would How they knew that this would happen They knew, they knew that this would We're so run down
Good God, Can You still get us home? Good God, Can You still get us home?
How can we still get home? How can we still get home? I'm not dreaming! We're forgetting our forgiveness We're forgetting our forgiveness
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