[ti:The Choir]
[ar:Arkells]
[al:Jackson Square]
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[00:26.63]The graveyard is waiting
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[00:29.75]The church to let up
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[00:33.09]The church to let up on Friday morning
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[00:39.61]The pastor is preaching
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[00:42.96]Tears in his eyes
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[00:46.18]The shots were set off without warning
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[01:06.02]The isles don't see
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[01:08.89]Much traffic these days
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[01:12.56]Not even for Sunday service
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[01:19.24]Inside these walls
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[01:21.90]So sacred and sanct
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[01:26.40]You wouldn't think to be nervous
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[01:34.98]Let the choir keep singing
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[01:42.65]Those songs that no one wants to hear
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[01:47.91]Let the daylight remind us
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[01:55.71]Those hymns are falling on deaf ears
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[02:15.09]Everyone said
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[02:18.28]"We can forgive"
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[02:21.56]18 years worth celebrating
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[02:28.21]This ain't the day
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[02:31.33]For finding the truth
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[02:34.81]And now all these questions keep begging
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[02:43.82]Let the choir keep singing
[02:48.56]
[02:51.74]Those songs that no one wants to hear
[02:54.75]
[02:56.97]Let the daylight remind us
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[03:04.83]Those hymns are falling on deaf ears