Tono: G
Introducción:
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I wanna make something beautiful
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for You and from You
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To show You, to show You I a-
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dore You, oh, You
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And Your journey towards me
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which I see and I see
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All You push through,
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mad for You and because of You
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I couldn't thank You in ten thousand years
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If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
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Ah, but You know the soul and You know what makes it gold
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You who give life through blood Blood,
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blood, blood, blood, oh, blood, blood
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Oh, I wanna make something so lovely for You
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'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for You
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With the Bible I stole, I know You forgave my soul
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Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
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And I think we're agreed that it should have been free
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And You sang to me
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They dress the wounds
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of My poor people as though they're nothing
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Saying, peace, peace
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when there's no peace
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They dress the wounds
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of My poor people as though they're nothing
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Saying, peace, peace, peace
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when there's no peace
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Days without number
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Now can a bride forget her jewels
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or a maid her ornaments?
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Yet my people 'forgotten Me
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Days without number,
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days without number
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And in their want,
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Who'll dress their wounds?
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Who'll dress their wounds?