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So you're sitting at the movies. |
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You're watching how the story finds a way. |
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And you've seen it all before, |
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Still you love to see the hero save the day. |
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It's a window in the world, |
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A little glimpse of all the |
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Goodness getting through. |
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And all along the way the days |
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Are made of little moments of truth. |
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Oh and every Sunday morning |
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You can see the people standing in a line. |
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They're so hungry for some mercy, |
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For a taste of the Communion bread and wine. |
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It's a window in the world, |
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A little glimpse of all the |
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Goodness getting through. |
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And all along the way the days |
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Are made of little moments of truth. |
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It's the way the clouds are burning |
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From the angle of the light |
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As the earth is slowly turning you to meet it, |
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And you're watching at your window |
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At the ending of the night |
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--It's as plain as day |
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So any fool could see it: |
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It's a window in the world. |
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I can see the groom is waiting, |
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He's watching for the moment she appears. |
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They are laying down their lives for love |
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And Love is laying waste to all my fears. |
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It's a window in the world, |
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A little portal where you get a better view. |
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And the wonder of it all |
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Is all you need to see the goodness getting through. |
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And all along the way the days |
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Are made of little moments-- |
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All along the way the road |
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Is paved with little moments of truth. |