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[ti:Brompton Oratory] |
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[ar:NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS] |
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[al:The Boatman's Call] |
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Up those stone steps I climb |
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Hail this joyful day's return |
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Into its great shadowed vault I go |
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Hail the Pentecostal morn |
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The reading is from Luke 24 |
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Where Christ returns to his loved ones |
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I look at the stone apostles |
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Think that it's alright for some |
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And I wish that I was made of stone |
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So that I would not have to see |
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A beauty impossible to define |
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A beauty impossible to believe |
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A beauty impossible to endure |
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The blood imparted in little sips |
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The smell of you still on my hands |
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As I bring the cup up to my lips |
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No God up in the sky |
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No devil beneath the sea |
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Could do the job that you did, baby |
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Of bringing me to my knees |
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Outside I sit on the stone steps |
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With nothing much to do |
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Forlorn and exhausted, baby |
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By the absence of you |