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Lord if you will, lend me your ear |
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It seems like this old world's beyond repair |
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But tell me does it have to be |
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Can we summon the will, come up with the faith |
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There are those who say we haven't got a prayer |
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Nor have we the strength to bear |
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This impossible world |
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Death if you will, give me your hand |
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For there are some things |
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I'll never understand |
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Could someone explain to me |
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How many lives, how many tears must fall |
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Before we learn we're going nowhere |
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Not unless we learn to share |
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This impossible world |
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Is that a tear in the eye of the storm |
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A hint of fear in the relative calm |
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It appears all attempts to feel so safe and warm |
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Are all in vain |
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When I was a child, |
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I opened my eyes |
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And beheld a world of possibility |
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Though now all there seems to be |
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Is an impossible world |
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Still there's a song that |
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I sing in my heart |
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There's a light that |
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I see in the dark |
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And a voice that has softly whispered to my soul |
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Do not be afraid |
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Lord if you will, lend me your ear |
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It seems like this old world's beyond repair |
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Oh tell me does it have to be |
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Such an impossible world |
