We're made of old candles
Melting all over your face
Every crinkle every hole

When you pull it all off it hurts
Met it back down and
Start it all over again
Start it all over again

When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot You have taught me to say
It is well with my soul

We're traveling menageries
Everyone tired of the show
Fresh off the boat
Everybody alone
Looking at the universe
Getting smaller each day

When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot You have taught me to say
It is well with my soul

We're going to Uganda
Gonna take pictures of the face
Gonna change the world
But where's my soul
Where's my hope
When we're all going down
Gonna fertilize the ground

It's not the nature of the suffering
But the nature of the sufferer
You can brush your teeth with razor blades
But you can't see what you're not
You can't set free without the key

We're made of your dust everyone different
But the same
One by one from the ground we come
We grow up tall and proud and dumb
And big and small
Somebody pinch me is it all true
I can't hear or see
Who to talk
Who to talk to

When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
You have taught me to say
It is well
with my soul

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