( Bruce Coburn )
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Look at them working in the hot sun
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The pilloried saints and the fallen ones
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Working and waiting for the night to come
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And waiting for a miracle
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Somewhere out there is a place that's cool
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Where peace and balance are the rule
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Working toward a future like some kind of mystic jewel
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And waiting for a miracle
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You rub your palm
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On the grimy pane
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In the hope that you can see
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You stand up proud
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You pretend you're strong
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In the hope that you can be
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Like the ones who've cried
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Like the ones who've died
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Trying to set the angel in us free
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While they're waiting for a miracle
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Struggle for a dollar, scuffle for a dime
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Step out from the past and try to hold the line
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So how come history takes such a long, long time
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When you're waiting for a miracle
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You rub your palm
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On the grimy pane
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In the hope that you can see
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You stand up proud
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You pretend you're strong
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In the hope that you can be
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Like the ones who've cried
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Like the ones who've died
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Trying to set the angel in us free
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Waiting for a miracle
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Ben Harper |