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Now we're gonna do an old one for you next
This is "The Snow In My Hand"
So dark
Black and yet fine
The flower they carry
Had once been mine
Get away from me
Man of stories, robe of lies
Stay far from me
I lie to myself
I, I need help
But not from you or your father
No, Jesus Christ
Who's my saviour?
Lose myself in God's death
No, I can't bear all this pain
I had watched the snow
All day falling
It never lets up
All day falling
I lifted my voice
And wept out loud
Thank you very much
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