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Lord, please tell me what it is I used to do. Was I not a prophet, or a dreamer, or a seer? All people I had fooled. Please tell me who it is used to be. Did I not proselytize over land and sea, begetting twice the sons of hell as me? And tell me, Lord, who holds the key the heaven's narrow doors? 'Cause every time I try to open them I open my right hand and find a stone And with my left, outstretched for every gift that I produce, I lay in wait for seven more to compensate for every gift that I misuse Oh, in all I've done I've done all in vain 'till I learned to say, thy will be done In all I was, I was all in vain SongtexteI will learn to obey, thy will be done. All who hold to the words to surrender all To who gives and takes away, and builds from naught. Aus Songtexte Mania