Walk out into the streets
Tell everyone you meet, they're dying
Does anyone really know
Where the soul and spirit goes? You're dying
And ahhhh, you're dying
And ahhhh, you're dying
Now is the time and place
To look life in the face
You're dying
Sell everything you own
Go walk out on your own
You're dying
And ahhhh, you're dying
So take a look around
See every sight; hear every sound
It's all grace
Though all things have a reason
Their own time and their own season
Their own place
Any moment it could change
Like the sun turns into rain
Blind faith
So take a look around
Hear every sight; See every sound
It's all grace
Though all things have a reason
Their own time and their own season
Their own place
Any moment it could change
LIke the sun turns into rain
Blind faith
Walk out into the streets
Tell everyone you meet, they're dying
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