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Words and music by |
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Roddy Frame |
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Have you seen behind the screen |
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That severs life from art? |
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Or do you see the same as me, |
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Completeness come apart? |
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And who am |
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I to qualify |
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The contents of your heart? |
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It's a simple understanding |
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Of the way you hand it over |
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And hold on to it, too |
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With the lightness of a feather |
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It's the web that ties together |
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What is true |
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Make it happen |
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Make it happen |
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Create the night anew |
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It's a hymn to the grace |
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That's found a place in you |
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Could I look into a book |
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And find the answer there? |
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Or do the angels prearrange |
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An eye for what is rare? |
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And would the prize anaesthetise |
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The ache that makes me share? |
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It's a simple understanding |
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Of the way you hand it over |
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And hold on to it, too |
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With the lightness of a feather |
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It's the web that ties together |
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What is true |
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See the others flappin' |
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With their fingers snappin' |
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Tryin' to make it happen, too... |
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It's a hymn to the grace |
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That's found a place in you. |