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we set sail to this thing called trust the plans of the righteous are just (your plans are just, your plans are just) but i'm still recovering i'm contemplating other things but i've set my sights on you all that i need is the smallest seed to plant the faith to move a city and all that i see is distress and apathy but i won't lose faith and be like the pharisees i'll depart with nothing i've held in my two hands you wealthy rulers: no you won't understand better is tranquility in one than the grievous evil under the midday sun we'll look at what we've done what will we have to run from? all that i need is the smallest seed to plant the faith to move a city and all that i see is distress and apathy but i won't lose faith and be like the pharisees may my time here be pleasing to you may my words, dear, move closer to truth can my thoughts be oh, so pure? hold me now i want nothing more... nothing more. Aus Songtexte Mania