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I wanna make something for You and from You
To You, to show You I adore You, oh, You
And journey towards me which I see and I see
All You through, mad for You and because of You

I couldn't You in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of
Ah, but You know the soul and You what makes it gold
You who give life through
Blood, blood, blood, blood, oh, blood,

Oh, I make something so lovely for You
I promised that's what I'd do for You
With the Bible I stole, I You forgave my soul
Because such was my on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think agreed that it should have been free
And You to me

They dress the wounds of My poor people as though they're
Saying, peace, when there's no peace
They dress the of My poor people as though they're nothing
Saying, peace there's no peace

without number, days without number
Now can a forget her jewels or a maid her ornaments?
Yet my forgotten Me
Days number, days without number

And in their want, oh, in their and in their want
Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll dress wounds?