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I can see where we all soon will be. |
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If you strip away The myth from the man, |
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You will see where we all soon will be. Jesus! |
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You’ve started to believe |
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The things they say of you. |
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This talk of God is true. |
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And all the good you’ve done |
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Will soon get swept away. |
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You’ve begun to matter more |
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Listen Jesus I don’t like what I see. |
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All I ask is that you listen to me. |
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And remember, I’ve been your right hand man all along. |
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You have set them all on fire. |
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They think they’ve found the new Messiah. |
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And they’ll hurt you when they find they’re wrong. |
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I remember when this whole thing began. |
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No talk of God then, we called you a man. |
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And believe me, my admiration for you hasn’t died. |
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But every word you say today |
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Gets twisted ’round some other way. |
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And they’ll hurt you if they think you’ve lied. |
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Nazareth, your famous son should have stayed a great unknown |
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Like his father carving wood He’d have made good. |
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Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best. |
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He’d have caused nobody harm; no one alarm. |
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Listen, Jesus, do you care for your race? |
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Don’t you see we must keep in our place? |
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We are occupied; have you forgotten how put down we are? |
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I am frightened by the crowd. |
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For we are getting much too loud. |
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And they’ll crush us if we go too far. |
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Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give. |
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Please remember that I want us to live. |
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But it’s sad to see our chances weakening with every hour. |
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All your followers are blind. |
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Too much heaven on their minds. |
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It was beautiful, but now it’s sour. |
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Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give. |
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Please remember that I want us to live. |
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He won’t listen to me ... |
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He won’t listen to me ... |
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Tell me what’s a-happening. (Repeat 8 times) |
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Why should you want to know? |
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Don’t you mind about the future? |
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Don’t you try to think ahead? |
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Save tomorrow for tomorrow; |
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Think about today instead. |
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Tell me what’s happening. (Repeat many times) |
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I could give you facts and figures. |
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Even give you plans and forecasts. |
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Even tell you where I’m going. |
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When do we ride into Jerusalem? (Repeat many times) |
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Why should you want to know? |
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Why are you obsessed with fighting |
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Times and fates you can’t defy? |
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If you knew the path we’re riding, |
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You’d understand it less than I. |
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Tell me what’s happening. (Repeat many times) |
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Let me try to cool down your face a bit. (Repeat 5 times) |
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While you prattle through your supper, |
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Where and when and who and how. |
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She alone has tried to give me |
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What I need right here and now. |
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Tell me what’s happening. (Repeat many times) |
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Strange Thing Mystifying Lyrics |
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It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying |
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That a man like you can waste his time on women of her kind. |
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Yes, I can understand that she amuses, |
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But to let her kiss you, stroke your hair, that’s hardly in your line. |
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It’s not that I object to her profession, |
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But she doesn’t fit in well with what you teach and say. |
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It doesn’t help us if you’re inconsistent. |
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hey only need a small excuse to put us all away. |
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Who are you to criticise her? |
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Who are you to despise her? |
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Leave her, leave her, let her be now. |
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Leave her, leave her, she’s with me now. |
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If your slate is clean, then you can throw stones. |
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If your slate is not, then leave her alone. |
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I’m amazed that men like you can be so shallow, thick and slow |
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There is not a man among you who know or cares if I come or go. |
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ALL (save Judas and Jesus) |
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Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to |
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Problems that upset you, oh. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine. |
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And we want you to sleep well tonight. |
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Let the world turn without you tonight. |
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If we try, we’ll get by, so forget all about us tonight |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s alright, yes. |
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Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and anoint you. |
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Myrrh for your hot forehead, oh. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine. |
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And it’s cool, and the ointment’s sweet |
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For the fire in your head and feet. |
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Close your eyes, close your eyes |
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And relax, think of nothing tonight. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s alright, yes. |
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Woman your fine ointment, brand new and expensive |
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Should have been saved for the poor. |
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Why has it been wasted? We could have raised maybe |
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Three hundred silver pieces or more. |
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People who are hungry, people who are starving |
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They matter more than your feet and hair! |
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Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to |
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Problems that upset you, oh. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s alright, yes. |
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Surely you’re not saying we have the resources |
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To save the poor from their lot? |
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There will be poor always, pathetically struggling. |
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Look at the good things you’ve got. |
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Think while you still have me! |
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Move while you still see me! |
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You’ll be lost, and you’ll be sorry when I’m gone. |
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Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and anoint you. |
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Myrrh for your hot forehead/ |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine. |
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And it’s cool and the ointment’s sweet |
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For the fire in your head and feet. |
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Close your eyes, close your eyes, and relax |
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Think of nothing tonight. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s alright, yes. |
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Close your eyes, close your eyes, and relax |
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Good Caiaphas, the council waits for you. |
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The Pharisees and priests are here for you. |
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Ah gentlemen, you know why we are here. |
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We’ve not much time, and quite a problem here |
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Listen to that howling mob of blockheads in the street! |
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A trick or two with lepers, and the whole town’s on its feet. |
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Tell us that you’re who they say you are. |
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The man is in town right now to whip up some support. |
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A rabble rousing mission that I think we must abort. |
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Look Caiaphas, they’re right outside our yard. |
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Quick Caiaphas, go call the Roman guard. |
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We need a more permanent solution to our problem. |
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What then to do about Jesus of Nazareth? |
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Miracle wonderman, hero of fools. |
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No riots, no army, no fighting, no slogans. |
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One thing I’ll say for him -- Jesus is cool. |
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We dare not leave him to his own devices. |
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His half-witted fans will get out of control. |
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By leaps every moment; he’s top of the poll. |
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I see bad things arising. |
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The crowd crown him king; which the Romans would ban. |
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I see blood and destruction, |
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Our elimination because of one man. |
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Blood and destruction because of one man. |
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Because, because, because of one man. |
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Our elimination because of one man. |
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Because, because, because of one, ’cause of one, ’cause of one man. |
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What then to do about this Jesus-mania? |
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Now how to we deal with a carpenter king? |
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Where do we start with a man who is bigger |
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Than John was when John did his baptism thing? |
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Fools, you have no perception! |
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The stake we are gambling are frighteningly high! |
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We must crush him completely, |
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So like John before him, this Jesus must die. |
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For the sake of the nation, this Jesus must die. |
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Must die, must die, this Jesus must die. |
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So like John before him, this Jesus must die. |
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Must die, must die, this Jesus must, Jesus must, Jesus must die! |
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Hey Sanna Sanna Sanna Hosanna |
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Hey JC, JC won’t you smile at me? |
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Tell the rabble to be quiet, we anticipate a riot. |
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This common crowd, is much too loud. |
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Tell the mob who sing your song that they are fools and they are wrong. |
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They are a curse. They should disperse. |
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Hey Sanna Sanna Sanna Hosanna |
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Hey JC, JC you’re alright by me |
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Why waste your breath moaning at the crowd? |
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Nothing can be done to stop the shouting. |
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If every tongue were stilled |
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The noise would still continue. |
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The rocks and stone themselves would start to sing: |
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Hey Sanna Sanna Sanna Hosanna |
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Hey JC, JC won’t you fight for me? |
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Sanna Hosanna Hey Superstar |
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Who can not win the kingdom. |
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Hey Sanna Sanna Sanna Hosanna |
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Hey JC, JC won’t you die for me? |
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Sanna Hosanna Hey Superstar |
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Christ you know I love you. |
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So tell me that I’m saved. |
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Christ you know I love you. |
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So tell me that I’m saved. |
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Touch me, touch me, Jesus. |
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Christ, what more do you need to convince you |
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That you’ve made it, and you’re easily as strong |
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As the filth from Rome who rape our country, |
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And who’ve terrorized our people for so long. |
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Touch me, touch me, Jesus. |
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Christ you know I love you. |
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I believe in you and God, |
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So tell me that I’m saved. |
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Christ you know I love you. |
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I believe in you and God, |
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So tell me that I’m saved. |
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Christ you know I love you. |
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I believe in you and God, |
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So tell me that I’m saved. |
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Christ you know I love you. |
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I believe in you and God, |
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So tell me that I’m saved. |
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Touch me, touch me, Jesus. |
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There must be over fifty thousand |
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Screaming love and more for you. |
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And everyone of fifty thousand |
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Would do whatever you asked them to. |
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Keep them yelling their devotion, |
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But add a touch of hate at Rome. |
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You will rise to a greater power. |
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We will win ourselves a home. |
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You’ll get the power and the glory |
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For ever and ever and ever |
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You’ll get the power and the glory |
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For ever and ever and ever |
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You’ll get the power and the glory |
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For ever and ever and ever |
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You’ll get the power and the glory |
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For ever and ever and ever |
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Forever Amen! Amen! Amen! |
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Neither you, Simon, nor the fifty thousand, |
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Nor the Romans, nor the Jews, |
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Nor Judas, nor the twelve |
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Nor the priests, nor the scribes, |
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Nor doomed Jerusalem itself |
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Understand what power is, |
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Understand what glory is, |
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If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem, |
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You’d see the truth, but you close your eyes. |
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While you live, your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem. |
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To conquer death, you only have to die. |
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I dreamed I met a Galilean; |
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He had that look you very rarely find: |
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The haunting, hunted kind. |
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I asked him to say what had happened, |
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I asked again, he never said a word. |
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And next, the room was full of wild and angry men. |
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They seemed to hate this man. |
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They fell on him, and then |
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Then I saw thousands of millions |
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And then I heard them mentioning my name, |
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And leaving me the blame. |
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MONEYCHANGERS AND MERCHANTS |
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Here you breathe Jerusalem, |
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While your temple still survives, |
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You at least are still alive. |
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I got things you won’t believe, |
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Name your pleasure I will sell. |
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I can fix your wildest needs, |
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I got heaven and I got hell. |
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Roll on up, for my price is down. |
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Come on in for the best in town. |
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Take your pick of the finest wine. |
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Lay your bets on this bird of mine. |
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What you see is what you get. |
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No one’s been disappointed yet. |
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Don’t be scared give me a try, |
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There is nothing you can’t buy. |
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Name your price, I got everything. |
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Borrow cash on the finest terms. |
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Hurry now while stocks still last. |
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Here you breathe Jerusalem, |
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While your temple still survives, |
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You at least are still alive. |
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I got things you won’t believe, |
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Name your pleasure I will sell. |
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My temple should be a house of prayer, |
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But you have made it a den of thieves. |
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My time is almost through. |
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After all, I’ve tried for three years. |
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Seems like thirty, seems like thirty. |
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See my eyes, I can hardly see. |
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See me stand, I can hardly walk. |
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I believe you can make me whole. |
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See my tongue, I can hardly talk. |
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See my skin, I’m a mass of blood. |
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See my legs, I can hardly stand. |
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I believe you can make me well. |
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See my purse, I’m a poor, poor man. |
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Will you touch, will you mend me Christ? |
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Won’t you touch, will you heal me Christ? |
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Will you kiss, you can cure me Christ? |
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Won’t you kiss, won’t you pay me Christ? |
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See my eyes, I can hardly see. |
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See me stand, I can hardly walk. |
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I believe you can make me whole. |
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See my tongue, I can hardly talk. |
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See my skin, I’m a mass of blood. |
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See my legs, I can hardly stand. |
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I believe you can make me well. |
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See my purse, I’m a poor, poor man. |
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Will you touch, will you mend me Christ? |
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Won’t you touch, will you heal me Christ? |
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Will you kiss, you can cure me Christ? |
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Won’t you kiss, won’t you pay me Christ? |
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There’s too many of you...Don’t push me. |
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There’s too little of me...Don’t crowd me. |
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Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to |
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Problems that upset you, oh. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine. |
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And we want you to sleep well tonight. |
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Let the world turn without you tonight. |
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If we try, we’ll get by, so forget all about us tonight |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s alright, yes. |
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Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and anoint you. |
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Myrrh for your hot forehead, oh. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine. |
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And it’s cool, and the ointment’s sweet |
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For the fire in your head and feet. |
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Close your eyes, close your eyes |
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And relax, think of nothing tonight. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s alright, yes. |
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Woman your fine ointment, brand new and expensive |
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Should have been saved for the poor. |
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Why has it been wasted? We could have raised maybe |
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Three hundred silver pieces or more. |
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People who are hungry, people who are starving |
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They matter more than your feet and hair! |
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Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to |
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Problems that upset you, oh. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s alright, yes. |
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Surely you’re not saying we have the resources |
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To save the poor from their lot? |
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There will be poor always, pathetically struggling. |
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Look at the good things you’ve got. |
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Think while you still have me! |
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Move while you still see me! |
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You’ll be lost, and you’ll be sorry when I’m gone. |
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Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and anoint you. |
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Myrrh for your hot forehead/ |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine. |
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And it’s cool and the ointment’s sweet |
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For the fire in your head and feet. |
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Close your eyes, close your eyes, and relax |
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Think of nothing tonight. |
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Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s alright, yes. |
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Close your eyes, close your eyes, and relax |
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I Don’t Know How To Love Him |
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I don’t know how to love him. |
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What to do, how to move him. |
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I’ve been changed, yes really changed. |
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In these past few days, when I’ve seen myself, |
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I seem like someone else. |
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I don’t know how to take this. |
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I don’t see why he moves me. |
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He’s a man. He’s just a man. |
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And I’ve had so many men before, |
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Should I scream and shout? |
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I never thought I’d come to this. |
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Don’t you think it’s rather funny, |
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I should be in this position. |
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I’m the one who’s always been |
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So calm, so cool, no lover’s fool, |
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I never thought I’d come to this. |
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Yet, if he said he loved me, |
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I’d be lost. I’d be frightened. |
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I couldn’t cope, just couldn’t cope. |
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I’d turn my head. I’d back away. |
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Damned For All Time/Blood Money |
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Now if I help you, it matters that you see |
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These sordid kinda things are coming hard to me. |
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It’s taken me some time to work out what to do. |
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I weighed the whole thing out before I came to you. |
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I have no thought at all about my own reward. |
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I really didn’t come here of my own accord. |
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Just don’t say I’m ... damned for all time. |
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I came because I had to; I’m the one who saw. |
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Jesus can’t control it like he did before. |
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And furthermore I know that Jesus thinks so too. |
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Jesus wouldn’t mind that I was here with you. |
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I have no thought at all about my own reward. |
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I really didn’t come here of my own accord. |
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Just don’t say I’m ... damned for all time. |
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Annas, you’re a friend, a worldly man and wise. |
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Caiaphas, my friend, I know you sympathise. |
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Why are we the prophets? Why are we the ones |
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Who see the sad solution - know what must be done? |
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I have no thought at all about my own reward. |
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I really didn’t come here of my own accord. |
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Just don’t say I’m damned for all time. |
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Cut the protesting, forget the excuses. |
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We want information. Get up of the floor. |
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We have the papers we need to arrest him. |
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You know his movements. We know the law. |
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Your help in this matter won’t go unrewarded. |
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We’ll pay you in silver, cash on the nail. |
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We just need to know where the soldiers can find him. |
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With no crowd around him. |
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I don’t want your blood money! |
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Oh, that doesn’t matter, our expenses are good. |
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I don’t need your blood money! |
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But you might as well take it. We think that you should. |
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Think of the things you could do with that money, |
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Choose any charity - give to the poor. |
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We’ve noted your motives. |
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We’ve noted your feelings. |
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This isn’t blood money - it’s a ... |
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On Thursday night you’ll find him where you want him. |
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Far from the crowds, in the Garden of Gethsemane. |
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Well done Judas. Good old Judas. |
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Look at all my trials and tribulations |
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Sinking in a gentle pool of wine. |
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Don’t disturb me now, I can see the answers |
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’Till this evening is this morning, life is fine. |
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Always hoped that I’d be an apostle. |
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Knew that I would make it if I tried. |
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Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels, |
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So they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died. |
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The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends. |
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For all you care, this wine could be my blood. |
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For all you care, this bread could be my body. |
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The end! This is my blood you drink. |
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If you would remember me when you eat and drink. |
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I must be mad thinking I’ll be remembered. |
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Yes, I must be out of my head. |
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Look at your blank faces. My name will mean nothing |
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Ten minutes after I’m dead. |
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No! Who would?! Impossible! |
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Peter will deny my in just a few hours. |
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Three times will deny me, |
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And that’s not all I see. |
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I don’t care why you do it! |
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What if I just stayed here |
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And ruined your ambition. |
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Hurry, you fool. Hurry and go. |
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I don’t want to know. Go! |
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Look at all my trials and tribulations |
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Sinking in a gentle pool of wine. |
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What’s that in the bread? It’s gone to my head, |
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’Till this morning is this evening, life is fine. |
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Always hoped that I’d be an apostle. |
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Knew that I would make it if I tried. |
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Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels, |
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So they’ll all talk about us when we’ve died. |
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You sad, pathetic man, see where you’ve brought us to, |
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Our ideals die around us and all because of you. |
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But the saddest cut of all: |
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Someone has to turn you in. |
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Like a common criminal, like a wounded animal. |
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Like a jaded, faded, faded, jaded, jaded mandarin. |
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Get out they’re waiting! Get out! |
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They’re waiting, Oh, they are waiting for you! |
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Every time I look at you I don’t understand |
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Why you let the things you did get so out of hand. |
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You’d have managed better if you had it planned... |
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Always hoped that I’d be an apostle. |
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Knew that I would make it if I tried. |
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Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels, |
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So they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died. |
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Will no one stay awake with me? |
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Will none of you wait with me? |
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Gethsemane (I Only Want To Say) |
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Take this cup away from me |
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For I don’t want to taste its poison. |
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I’m not as sure, as when we started. |
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Listen, surely I’ve exceeded expectations, |
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Tried for three years, seems like thirty. |
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Could you ask as much from any other man? |
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See the saga through and do the things you ask of me, |
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Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me, nail me to their tree. |
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I’d want to know, I’d want to know, My God, |
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I’d want to know, I’d want to know, My God, |
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Want to see, I’d want to see, My God, |
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Want to see, I’d want to see, My God, |
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Would I be more noticed than I ever was before? |
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Would the things I’ve said and done matter any more? |
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I’d have to know, I’d have to know, my Lord, |
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Have to know, I’d have to know, my Lord, |
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Have to see, I’d have to see, my Lord, |
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Have to see, I’d have to see, my Lord, |
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If I die what will be my reward? |
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If I die what will be my reward? |
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Have to know, I’d have to know, my Lord, |
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I’d have to know, I’d have to know, my Lord, |
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Why should I die? Oh why should I die? |
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Can you show me now that I would not be killed in vain? |
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Show me just a little of your omnipresent brain. |
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Show me there’s a reason for your wanting me to die. |
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You’re far to keen and where and how, but not so hot on why. |
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After all, I’ve tried for three years, seems like ninety. |
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Why then am I scared to finish what I started, |
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What you started - I didn’t start it. |
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I will drink your cup of poison. |
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Nail me to your cross and break me, |
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Judas, must you betray me with a kiss? |
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Tell me what’s happening. (Repeat a few times) |
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Tell me what’s a-happening. |
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We’re going to fight for you! (Repeat) |
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Don’t you know that it’s all over? |
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It was nice, but now it’s gone. |
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Why are you obsessed with fighting? |
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Stick to fishing from now on. |
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Tell me Christ how you feel tonight. |
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Do you plan to put up a fight? |
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Do you feel that you’ve had the breaks? |
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What would you say were your big mistakes? |
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Do you think that you may retire? |
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Did you think you would get much higher? |
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How do you view your coming trial? |
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Have your men proved at all worth while? |
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Come with us to see Caiaphas. |
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You’ll just love the High Priest’s house. |
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You’ll just love seeing Caiaphas. |
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You’ll just die in the High Priest’s house. |
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Come on God this is not like you. |
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Let us know what you’re going to do. |
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You know what you’re supporters feel; |
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You’ll escape in the final reel. |
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Tell me Christ how you feel tonight. |
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Do you plan to put up a fight? |
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Do you feel that you’ve had the breaks? |
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What would you say were your big mistakes? |
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Come with us to see Caiaphas. |
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You’ll just love the High Priest’s house. |
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You’ll just love seeing Caiaphas. |
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You’ll just die in the High Priest’s house. |
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Jesus, you must realize the serious charges facing you. |
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You say you’re the Son of God in all your handouts, |
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That’s what you say, you say that I am. |
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There you have it gentlemen. |
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What more evidence do we need? |
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Judas, thank you for the victim. |
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Stay a while and you’ll see him bleed! |
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Now we’ve got him! (Repeat 4 times) |
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Take him to Pilate! (Repeat 4 times) |
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I think I’ve seen you somewhere. |
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You were with that man they took away. |
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You’ve got the wrong man lady. |
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And I wasn’t where he was tonight |
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That’s strange, for I am sure I saw you with with him. |
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You were right by his side, and yet you denied. |
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I tell you I was never with him. |
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Peter, don’t you know what you have said. |
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You’ve gone and cut him dead. |
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I had to do it, don’t you see? |
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Or else they’d go for me. |
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It’s what he told us you would do. |
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Who is this broken man, cluttering up my hallway? |
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Oh, so this is Jesus Christ, |
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I am really quite surprised. |
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We all know that you are news, |
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What do you mean by that? |
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You’re deep in trouble friend, |
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How can someone in your state be so cool about his fate? |
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An amazing thing, this silent king. |
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Since you come from Galilee, then you need not come to me, |
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Hey Ho Sanna Hey Sanna Sanna Sanna Hosanna |
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Hey J.C., J.C. please explain to me, |
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King Herod’s Song (Try It And See) |
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Jesus, I am overjoyed to meet you face to face. |
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You’ve been getting quite a name all around the place. |
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Healing cripples, raising from the dead. |
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And now I understand you’re God, |
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At least, that’s what you’ve said. |
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So, you are the Christ, you’re the great Jesus Christ. |
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Prove to me that you’re divine; change my water into wine. |
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That’s all you need do, then I’ll know it’s all true. |
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Come on, King of the Jews. |
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Jesus, you just won’t believe the hit you’ve made around here. |
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You are all we talk about, the wonder of the year. |
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Oh what a pity if it’s all a lie. |
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Still, I’m sure that you can rock the cynics if you tried. |
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So, you are the Christ, you’re the great Jesus Christ. |
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Prove to me that you’re no fool; walk across my swimming pool. |
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If you do that for me, then I’ll let you go free. |
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Come on, King of the Jews. |
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I only ask what I’d ask any superstar. |
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What is it that you have got that puts you where you are. |
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I am waiting, yes I’m a captive fan. |
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I’m dying to be shown that you are not just any man. |
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So, if you are the Christ, yes the great Jesus Christ |
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Feed my household with this bread. |
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You can do it on your head. |
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Or has something gone wrong. Jesus, why do you take so long? |
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Oh come on, King of the Jews. |
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Hey! Aren’t you scared of me Christ? |
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You’re a joke. You’re not the Lord. |
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You are nothing but a fraud. |
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Oh get out you King of the Jews! |
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He looked three-quarters dead! |
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And he was so bad I had to turn my head. |
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You beat him so hard that he was bent and lame, |
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And I know who everybody’s going to blame. |
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I don’t believe he knows I acted for our good. |
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I’d save him all this suffering if I could. |
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Don’t believe...our good... |
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And I’d save him if I could... |
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Cut the confessions, forget the excuses. |
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I don’t understand why you’re filled with remorse. |
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All that you’ve said has come true with a vengeance. |
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The mob turned against him, you backed the right horse. |
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What you have done will be the saving of everyone. |
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You’ll be remembered forever for this. |
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And not only that, you’ve been paid for your efforts. |
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Pretty good wages for one little kiss. |
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Christ, I know you can’t hear me, |
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But I only did what you wanted me too. |
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Christ, I’d sell out the nation, |
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For I have been saddled with the murder of you. |
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I have been spattered with innocent blood. |
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I shall be dragged through the slime and the mud. |
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I have been spattered with innocent blood. |
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I shall be dragged through the slime and the mud! |
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I don’t know how to love him. |
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I don’t know why he moves me. |
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He’s a man. He’s just a man. |
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He is not a king. He is just the same |
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When he’s cold and dead will he let me be? |
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Does he love me too? Does he care for me? |
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God, God I’m sick. I’ve been used, |
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And you knew all the time. |
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God, God I’ll never ever know why you chose me for your crime. |
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You’re so bloody, Christ. |
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Poor old Judas. So long Judas. |
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And so the king is once again my guest. |
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And why is this? Was Herod unimpressed? |
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We turn to Rome to sentence Nazareth. |
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We have no law to put a man to death. |
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You have been brought here |
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Manacled, beaten by your own people. |
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Do you have the first idea why you deserve it? |
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I have no kingdom in this world. |
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There may be a kingdom for me somewhere. |
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I look for truth and find that I get damned. |
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Are mine the same as yours? |
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Crucify him! Crucify him! |
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We have no king but Caesar! |
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No, not the slightest thing. |
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We have no king but Caesar! |
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What is this new respect for Caesar? |
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’Till now this has been noticeably lacking. |
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Who is this Jesus? Why is he different? |
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You choose Messiahs by the sackfull. |
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Talk to me, Jesus Christ. |
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Look at your Jesus Christ. |
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But that is not a reason to destroy him. |
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Behold your shattered King. |
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We have no King but Caesar. |
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You hate us more than him. |
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We have no King but Caesar, |
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I see no reason. I find no evil. |
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This man is harmless, so why does he upset you? |
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He’s just misguided, thinks he’s important, |
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But to keep you vultures happy I shall flog him. |
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Crucify him! Crucify him! |
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(Thirty-nine lashes, Pilate counts) |
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Where are you from Jesus? |
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You’ve got to be careful. |
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Why do you not speak when |
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I hold your life in my hands? |
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I don’t believe you understand. |
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You have nothing in your hands. |
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Any power you have, comes to you from far beyond. |
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Everything is fixed, and you can’t change it. |
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You’re a fool Jesus Christ. |
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To keep the peace, so crucify him! |
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You’ll be deported. Crucify him! |
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To keep the peace, so crucify him! |
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You’ll be deported. Crucify him! |
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To keep the peace, so crucify him! |
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You’ll be deported. Crucify him! |
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Don’t let me stop your great self-destruction. |
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Die if you want to, you misguided martyr. |
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I wash my hands of your demolition. |
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Die if you want to you innocent puppet! |
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Every time I look at you I don’t understand |
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Why you let the things you did get so out of hand. |
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You’d have managed better if you’d had it planned. |
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Why’d you choose such a backward time in such a strange land? |
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If you’d come today you could have reached a whole nation. |
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Israel in 4 BC had no mass communication. |
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Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, |
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Who are you? What have you sacrificed? |
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Do you think you’re what they say you are? |
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Tell me what you think about your friends at the top. |
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Who’d you think besides yourself’s the pick of the crop? |
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Buddha, was he where it’s at? Is he where you are? |
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Could Mohammed move a mountain, or was that just PR? |
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Did you mean to die like that? Was that a mistake, or |
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Did you know your messy death would be a record breaker? |
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Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, |
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Who are you? What have you sacrificed? |
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Do you think you’re what they say you are? |
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They don’t know what they’re doing. |
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My God, my God, why have you forgotten me? |
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Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit. |
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