| I’m Peter van der Hold
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| I’m 68 years old
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| My doubts and questions have increased
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| In 42 years of being a priest
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| I’m at the end of my life
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| I’m not sure if I’m gonna survive
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| I often don’t know what to say
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| When I talk to Him when I pray
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| In reply I receive
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| Only silence, no relief
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| I’ve waited in vain for a little advice
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| From that great voice in the ethereal skies
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| Once I was revolutionary
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| A devoted mercenary
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| A gifted student in God’s hands
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| Now I’m old, and sick of his demands
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| I tried to be honest and good
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| Did my job the best I could
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| But I always stayed that average man
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| Right in the spot where I’ll began
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| During the grief, with which I’ve dealt
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| S’been three decades since I’ve felt
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| The certainty I so adored
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| 'Bout the existence of the Lord
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| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know
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| God left this place, long, long time ago
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| I’ll give him to my perish
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| Things I don’t have myself but cherish
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| And namely love and charity
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| Mostly purpose, that’s what sets you free
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| So I’m where the metaphors
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| Are not comforting anymore
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| I think I’m almost done with my search
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| Got old so fast, here, in my church
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| But feels as if I’m kept out
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| Some sort of secret about
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| The meaning of life sometimes
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| Can’t fail to notice these are mediocre times
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| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know
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| God left this place, long long time ago
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| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know
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| God left this place, long long time ago
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| And time has made me good at one thing
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| And horrible at everything else
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| The blessings of a world divine
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| Were always elsewhere, were never mine
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| Oh, I would like to hold someone
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| Briefly, maybe, have some fun
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| My body’s oddly designed
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| So I’m not really the hugging kind
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| Not once has there been
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| Someone with softer skin
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| Who reached out for me in the middle of the night
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| Across my own lumpy mattress when I turn on the light
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| I think I’ve been miscast
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| And the time of saints is passed
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| My faith is weak, last, but not least
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| After 42 years of being a priest
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| And the church is like a woman
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| Thing out of reach like a vision
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| She glimmers in the distance to which I could never quite get
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| Now I am left here with my regret
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| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know
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| God left this place, long, long time ago
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| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know
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| God left this place, long, long time ago
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| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know
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| God left this place, long, long time ago
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| I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know
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| God left this place, long, long time ago
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| It’s my portion, it’s my cup
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| It’s my portion, it’s my cup
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| It’s my portion, it’s my cup
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| It’s my portion, it’s my cup
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| It’s my portion, it’s my cup
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| It’s my portion, it’s my cup
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| It’s my portion, it’s my cup
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| It’s my portion, it’s my cup |