Sinead O'connor - Something Beautiful lyrics

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Sinead O'connor - Something Beautiful lyrics

I wanna make I wanna make Something beautiful Something beautiful For you and from you For you and from you To show you To show you To show you To show you I adore you I adore you Oh you Oh you And your journey And your journey Toward me Toward me Which I see Which I see And I see And I see All you push through All you push through Mad for you Mad for you And because of you And because of you I couldn't thank you in ten thousand years I couldn't thank you in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah but you know the soul and you know what makes it gold Ah but you know the soul and you know what makes it gold You who give life through blood You who give life through blood Oh I wanna make something Oh I wanna make something So lovely for you So lovely for you 'Cus I promised that's what I'd do for you 'Cus I promised that's what I'd do for you With the bible I stole With the bible I stole I know you forgave my soul I know you forgave my soul Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we're agreed that it should have been free And I think we're agreed that it should have been free And you sang to me And you sang to me They dress the wounds of my poor people They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they're nothing As though they're nothing Saying "peace, peace" Saying "peace, peace" When there's no peace (2x) When there's no peace (2x) Now can a bride forget her j**els? Now can a bride forget her j**els? Or a maid her ornaments? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet my people forgotten me Yet my people forgotten me Days without number Days without number Days without number Days without number And in their want And in their want Oh in there want Oh in there want And in their want And in their want Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll dress their wounds?

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