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Pray, hey You are a working boy in New York City You took the train to liberate your body And liberate your heart You are trying to find a Home, soon Always the saddest when a friend can't make it Love everyone along the way You never had a chance to tell them What you would like to do If the love permits you Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven Wide is the gate Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven Wide is the gate Pray, gay You are the holy boy outside the scriptures Far and away from all the brightest sunbeams You choose to stay and fight from the inside Outside Don't fight Make like the cutest owl and use your feathers SongtexteMake like the elephant and use your memory To pick a path Make like the sleeping bird Dreaming of the morning Everybody gets an even shot at seeing heaven Wide is the gate Everybody gets an even shot at seeing heaven Wide is the gate Pray, hey God doesn't care about the way you're leaning Once you are happy and you know yourself Peace can come in your heart You can make a new start One day We will be justified without the struggle We will be recognised for what we do Not criticised or hated just for the way you are You will be a star So listen to the music of the traffic in the city Singing to the hope inside you Listen to the music of the traffic in the city Singing to the hope Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven Wide is the gate Everybody gets an even shot at making heaven Wide is the gate Aus Songtexte Mania