Biografía:
The Collection is a collection of chaunters and cantatrices collectively carousing carols by a close to competent composer enciting colloquial celebrations with christ, citizens, criminals and miscreants.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
G
Looked in Your eyes
G
They were burning like cigarettes
G
On top of a head
G
That could resurrect Lazarus
C G
Up from the grave that somehow made You cry
[Verse 2]
G
Both of Your hands were rough like a carpenter's
G
So accustomed
To nails and to hammers
C G
Never would've thought those nails would cut inside
C G
Oh, Your hands were blessed one holy, holy night
[Interlude]
C G
[Chorus]
G
But we found Your grace
It was waiting inside of a
G
Dead dark place
With few survivors
C
It seems that You lived
G
In places I reckoned You wouldn't
G
And all that we saw
Were people that had no hope
G
And You changed my eyes into flaming kaleidoscopes
C G
I saw something that I thought for sure was fiction
C G
But the peace that it brought me erased all of my convictions
[Interlude]
D G D G
[Bridge]
C
There was a knife
G
Buried deep inside the part of our hearts
D C
Where we learned how to love something other than us
It was built on a sandy shore
G D
Hoping the waves wouldn't come to the door
C
And greet us with disdain and heaviness
G
One of redemption
D C G
Washing away all the thoughts we had ran to before
[Outro]
G
Well, You rescued me from my disbelief
G
Would You please rescue me from being a thief
C G
Of things that will burn up when it's the end
G
The dust collects, yeah, dust it upsets
G
And we are only dust at best
C G
But You can breathe dust back to life again
C G
Oh, flood the whole world and dust will walk again
G
Looked in Your eyes
G
They were burning like cigarettes
G
On top of a head
G
That could resurrect Lazarus
C G
Up from the grave that somehow made You cry
[Verse 2]
G
Both of Your hands were rough like a carpenter's
G
So accustomed
To nails and to hammers
C G
Never would've thought those nails would cut inside
C G
Oh, Your hands were blessed one holy, holy night
[Interlude]
C G
[Chorus]
G
But we found Your grace
It was waiting inside of a
G
Dead dark place
With few survivors
C
It seems that You lived
G
In places I reckoned You wouldn't
G
And all that we saw
Were people that had no hope
G
And You changed my eyes into flaming kaleidoscopes
C G
I saw something that I thought for sure was fiction
C G
But the peace that it brought me erased all of my convictions
[Interlude]
D G D G
[Bridge]
C
There was a knife
G
Buried deep inside the part of our hearts
D C
Where we learned how to love something other than us
It was built on a sandy shore
G D
Hoping the waves wouldn't come to the door
C
And greet us with disdain and heaviness
G
One of redemption
D C G
Washing away all the thoughts we had ran to before
[Outro]
G
Well, You rescued me from my disbelief
G
Would You please rescue me from being a thief
C G
Of things that will burn up when it's the end
G
The dust collects, yeah, dust it upsets
G
And we are only dust at best
C G
But You can breathe dust back to life again
C G
Oh, flood the whole world and dust will walk again
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