| When I was a girl, each week
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| On Sunday, we would go to church
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| And pay attention to the priest
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| And he would read the holy word
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| And consecrate the holy bread
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| And everyone would kneel and bow
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| Today the only difference is
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| Everything is holy now
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything is holy now
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| When I was in Sunday school
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| We would learn about the time
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| Moses split the sea in two
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| Jesus made the water wine
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| And I remember feeling sad
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| That miracles don’t happn still
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| But now I can’t keep track
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| 'Cause everything’s a miracl
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| Everything, Everything
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| Everything’s a miracle
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| Wine from water is not so small
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| But an even bigger magic trick
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| Is that anything is here at all
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| So the challenging thing becomes
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| Not to look for miracles
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| But finding where there isn’t one
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| When holy water was rare at best
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| It barely wet my fingertips
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| But now I have to hold my breath
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| Like I’m swimming in a sea of it
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| I used to see a world half there
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| Heaven’s second rate hand-me-down
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| But I walk it with a reverent air
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| 'Cause everything is holy now
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything is holy now
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| Read a questioning child’s face
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| And say it’s not a testament
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| That’d be very hard to say
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| See another new morning come
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| And say it’s not a sacrament
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| I tell you that it can’t be done
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| This morning, outside I stood
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| And saw a little red-winged bird
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| Shining like a burning bush
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| Singing like a scripture verse
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| It made me want to bow my head
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| I remember when church let out
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| How things have changed since then
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| ‘Cause everything is holy now
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| It used to be a world half-there
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| Heaven’s second rate hand-me-down
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| But I walk it with a reverent air
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| 'Cause everything is holy now
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything is holy now
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything is holy now
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah holy now
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| Everything is holy now
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| Holy now |