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I try to sing this song.
I try to stand up.
But I can't find my feet.
I try, I try to speak up.
But only in you I'm complete.

Gloria, in Te Domine
Gloria, exultate

Oh lord, loosen my lips?
I try to sing this song.
I try to get in,
But I can't find the door.
The door is open.
You're standing there,
Let me in.

Gloria, Gloria

Oh Lord, if I have anything, anything at all,
I'll give it to you.

Gloria, Gloria

I was on the outside, when you said
You said you needed me.
I was looking at myself, I was blind
I could not see.

A boy tries hard to be a man,
His mother takes him by his hand,
If he stops to think he starts to cry.
Oh why?

If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway - I will follow.

I was on the inside
when they pulled the four walls down.
I was looking through the window.
I was lost, I am found.

Walkaway, Walkaway.
I walkaway, walkaway - I will follow.
If you walkaway, walkaway,
I walkaway, walkaway - I will follow.

(Your eyes make a circle,
I see you when I go in there)
Your eyes, your eyes.

If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway - I will follow

I will follow
I will follow...

I can't believe the news today,
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? Tonight we can be as one.
Broken bottles under children's feet,
Bodies strewn across a dead end street,
But I won't heed the battle call,
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

And the battle's just begun,
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts,
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, Tonight we can be as one.
Tonight, tonight.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Wipe your tears away,
Wipe your blood shot eyes.

Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.

And it's true we are immune.
When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality,
And today the millions cry,
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.
The real battle just begun.
To claim the victory Jesus won,
On a Sunday bloody Sunday,
Sunday bloody Sunday.

Boy, stupid boy,
Don't sit at the table
Till you able to.
Toy, broken toy.
Shout, shout, you're inside out.
If you don't know, the electric co.

Red, running red
Play for real,
Talk and feel.
Hold in your hand.
You don't shout,
You still feel guilty.
If you don't know,
The electric co.

One, two, three, four
Why must I hide from myself?
When I need the crowd.
Bring on the crowd.
I love the crowd.

If you don't know,
the electric co...

All is quiet on New Year Day,
A world in white gets underway,
And I want to be with you,
Be with you night and day.
Nothing changes on New Year's Day.
I will be with you again.
I will be with you again.

Under a blood-red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white.
Arms entwined, the chosen few,
Newspapers say, it says it's true.
And we can break through,
though torn in two we can be one.
I will begin again, I will begin again.
Oh and maybe the time is right,
Oh maybe tonight.
I will be with you again.
I will be with you again.

(Taken from Psalm 40)

I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry.
He brought me right out of the pit,
out of my reglade.
I will sing a new song,
How long to sing this song?
He set my feet upon a rock,
and made my footsteps heard.
Many will see,
Many will see and fear.
I will sing, sing a new song.
How long to sing this song?