| I see a man with hair as white as wool
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| Whose tongue’s a sharp edged tool
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| With feet like burning brass
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| «Come», he says, «I'll be your guide of sorts
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| Into the outer courts
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| I have made a way
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| For the unclean ones to come into the gate
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| To the weakest ones I will give my strength
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| And the lowest ones, they will be brought higher
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| Let the unclean ones be washed in the fire"
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| I am afraid I’ll stay where I am
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| But the Spirit takes my hand and gently leads me in
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| There is the laver; |
| He drops me in the bath
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| It’s like a sweet heart attack
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| And I hear his voice again…
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| Let the unclean ones come into the gate
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| To the weakest ones I will give my strength
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| And the lowest ones, they will be brought higher
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| Let the unclean ones be washed in the fire
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| Sweet elation come on, come on
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| I’m part of the Holy Nation
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| And the past is forever gone
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| Wash and see the looking glass
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| Second heaven’s coming fast
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| Seven candles so bright, so right
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| The incense burns on the mantle
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| As we eat the bread of life
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| And in third heaven’s Holy Grail
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| Awaits behind the final veil
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| After all with our backs against the wall
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| We seek the temple of the living God
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| After all with our backs against the wall
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| We seek the temple of the living God
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| We seek the temple of the living God |