Apparation - text

Can we turn this thing around?
Can we see it in the clouds
Like Mother Mary's face it whispers to me
Calls us to a higher place, then
Sends us to the ground
And it burns in my soul
It will not let me go
And it burns in my soul It will not let me go
Can we turn this thing around?
Have we ever seen it in the crowd
Like our
Mother Mary's face it whispers to me
Calls us to a higher place then
Sends us to the ground
And it burns in our souls
It will not let us go
This faith that we claim is callin my name
It will not let us go
And it burns in our souls
It will not let us go
This faith that we claim is callin our names
And it will not let us go
Here we go! Woah!
Oh and it burns in our souls
It will not let us go
This faith that we claim is callin our names
And it will not let us go
No no no, no no no no? Oohh

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