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The earth gave birth to me
and I gave birth to sin
Well, sin gave birth to death
and then it started once again

And now, my bones, they fertilize
the old familiar soil
that is filthy as my soul
which I attempted scrubbing while

I had a body strong and proud
but a will as weak as chalk
Which outlines the place I fell upon
And it's the same place that I taught

you how to play the game of four-square
and oh, I played the role of King
'til, standing tall and proud at four,
I was kicked out for poaching

And then we sang,
OH let's lift our hands today (and)
GO out in a grand parade (cuz)
HOME is not the place we stay
but it's where we're heading

And so a woman, she conceived
and it was much more than a thought
cuz when the shadow overcame her
oh, the darkness, it could not

Like a flame of light he grew and grew
and swallowed all the pain
and he saved every broken piece
for it was in his very name

Gathering up the scattered stones
just like the bones that once made me
He breathes the breath of life upon them
and soon, they form a great city

He cleaned the pieces, now they're shining
just like a trophy made of gold
And even architects are puzzled by
the mystery they behold
And he foretold

SO let's lift our hands today (and)
GO out in a grand parade (cuz)
HOME is not the place we stay
but it's where we're heading

I do believe, there's gonna be a wedding

(Thanks to ribornfan for these lyrics)