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God is looking in the mirror
Into the fathomless depths of your eyes
Whose tears are the only holy water
By which you will kneel and be baptized
There ain't nobody sicker than the seeker
Who hardens himself against love
Perhaps that's what I see in him
And I want to heal in him
Because I see it in myself
Song of sacred places raining down
Everywhere you wander is holy ground
The streets, the streets are brimming
And the beggar is walking with the king
They're groping in the dark for it
But never in the heart for it
Where the only kingdom is
And the kingdom is.
Song of sacred places raining down
Everywhere you wander is holy ground
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