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    Morning Call (lyrics)

    Morning call telephone ring
    Why does it keep on ringing?
    Deserted house and I’m not in
    I listen in silence hidden
    I waited long, hidden star
    Ready to rise, to emerge at last
    Empty living I stay unchanged
    For the sake of God I follow my path to pay

    Children laugh, water runs
    Picture is lost to a twisted sun
    I walk away to find my path
    For half my life I killed my heart
    Anybody wants to talk about
    The humiliation that they find life hard
    Shine for me like I shine for you
    Don’t hide the light that we surrender to

    Here is your crown, your cross, your faith
    Here you are fallen, here is your regret
    Who do you love? Who do you celebrate?
    You feel nothing, but you’re not dead yet!

    In our kisses, in our sheets
    I was yours, you don’t belong to me
    In our freedom we betray and cheat
    Alone at last there is no melody
    We loved one another, helped in times of need
    Like torture, no murder, no bend to our knees
    No more suffer, no more suffer
    The language of love is what we all need

    Here is your crown, your cross, your faith
    Here you are fallen, here is your regret
    Who do you love? Who do you celebrate?
    You feel nothing, but you’re not dead yet!

    Love kinda beat us, love kinda beat us
    I’m a dreamer and I knew that it would
    We let love beat us, we let love beat us
    Change the sad and tragic for something good

    Here is your crown, your cross, your faith
    Here you are fallen, here is your regret
    Who do you love? Who do you celebrate?
    You feel nothing, but you’re not dead yet!

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