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Martin was bright as he stood up and sang in the choir |
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His hearts all in pieces, was breaking, his head was on fire |
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They took him from that place and they buried him deep in the ground |
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Out with the light, quiet the sound |
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It's a slow revolution that quietly turns |
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As the true word burns |
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And all of the people marching together out cross the floor |
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And all that was after is now as it was before |
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Sylvia sat staring out into the depths of her room |
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Moment of light from her brain cut through the dark, pierced the gloom |
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Children voices were music, cam faint through the wall |
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From such a great height she looked down, there was only the fall |
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And it's a slow revolution that quietly turns |
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As the true word burns |
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And all of the people stomping out cross the floor |
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All that was after is now as it was before |
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So look at the shadows bent forward tryin' to break through the night |
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Huddled against the darkness, so close to the light |
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My voice is breaking out here in this wilderness |
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For I see a time that is coming, I see a time of change |
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Sun is burning the deserts, but water's filling the plains |
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Noah's chipping crazily away at his ark |
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While all of us ready ourselves to go into the dark |
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It's a slow revolution that quietly turns |
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As the true word burns |
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Yeah the true word burns |
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And all of the people marching dancing out cross the floor |
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And all of this matter soon won't matter much anymore |
