Dont really know who sent me To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.
I dont know why I come here, Knowing as I do, What you really think of me, What I really think of you.
For the millions in a prison, That wealth has set apart For the Christ who has not risen, From the caverns of the heart
For the innermost decision, That we cannot but obey - For whats left of our religion, I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.
I know I said Id meet you, Id meet you at the store, But I cant buy it, baby. I cant buy it anymore.
And I dont really know who sent me, To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.
I dont know why I come here, knowing as I do, what you really think of me, what I really think of you.
For the innermost decision That we cannot but obey For whats left of our religion I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.
[Thanks to gab__67@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
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