Busy World (The)

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What is man, that you are mindful of him?and who am I, but the least among men?Oh, that I might lie here and wallow in my self-pitybut your blood disagrees with this concrete that it's spilling onThis great love, of which I am undeservingExplain again this glory I fall short ofOh my Doubt(Learning to do, doing to learn)don't fail me now(learning to live, living to serve)Mercy sings her sweet refrainsI long for her armsbut I got a weak heartThe plowmen plowed upon my backthey made long their furrowsSo now, I may sow in sorrowbut I will reap in joyDoes the ghost in you still move?Has the mirror dulled beyond reflection?He has promised, and I believe itI'm just waiting for perfection tonightSo I'll lay me downwith long knives drawnSongtexteMercy sings such sweet refrainspatient everlongShe has such long armsYou saidyour strength was made perfect in weaknessWell, I'm weak and I need thisCan you still use me at all?Sleep soundYou sleep sound, you felt ground, you fell downYou fell downbut you're not out Aus Songtexte Mania