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recite a prayer
look up towards heaven with shame
feel those tears stream down your face

in true irony
we are all good
where will we stand
when the doves begin to make their way (up towards the heavens)

let us gather
and listen to the sweet voices of the angels
oh what sweet and sincere sound they bring

set yourself aside from those
who are drowning in their losses
may we not forget grace
let us not forget our faiths
recite a prayer   look up towards heaven with shame   feel those tears stream down your face      in true irony   we are all good   where will we stand   when the doves begin to make their way (up towards the heavens)      let us gather   and listen to the sweet voices of the angels   oh what sweet and sincere sound they bring      set yourself aside from those   who are drowning in their losses   may we not forget grace   let us not forget our faiths