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The Priest
I'm Peter van der Hold
I'm 68 years old
I doubt some questions have increased
In 42 years of being a priest
I'm at the end of my life
I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive
I often don't know what to say
When I talk to Him, when I pray
In reply I receive
Only silence, no relieve
I've waited in vain for a little advice
from that great voice in ethereal skies
Once I was revolutionary
A devoted mercenary
A gifted student in God's hands
Now I'm old and sick of his demands
I tried to be honest and good
Did my job the best I could
But I always stayed that average man
Right in the spot where I began
During the grieve with which I've dealt
Spent three decades since I've felt
The certainty I so adored 'bout the existence of the Lord
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I'll give him to my perish
Things I don't have myself but cherish
And namely love and charity
Mostly purpose that's what sets you free
So I'm where the metaphores
Are not comforting anymore
I think I'm almost done with my search
Got old so fast even in my church
But feels as if I'm kept out
Some sort of secret about
The meaning of live sometimes
Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
And time has made me good at one thing
And horrible at everything else
The blessings of a world divine
Were always elsewhere and never mine
Oh, I would like to hold someone
Briefly maybe have some fun
My body's hardly designed
So I'm not really the hugging kind
Not once has there been
Someone with a softer skin
Who reached out for me in the middle of the night
'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light
I think I've been miscast
And the time of saints is passed
My faith is reclassed but not least
After 42 years of being a priest
The church is like a woman
Thing out of reach like a vision
She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get
Now i'm stuck here with my regret
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
It's my portion, it's my cup...
It's my portion, it's my cup...
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It's my portion, it's my cup...
It's my portion, it's my cup...
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
Now i'm stuck here with my regret
She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get
Thing out of reach like a vision
The church is like a woman
After 42 years of being a priest
My faith is reclassed but not least
And the time of saints is passed
I think I've been miscast
'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light
Who reached out for me in the middle of the night
Someone with a softer skin
Not once has there been
So I'm not really the hugging kind
My body's hardly designed
Briefly maybe have some fun
Oh, I would like to hold someone
Were always elsewhere and never mine
The blessings of a world divine
And horrible at everything else
And time has made me good at one thing
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types
The meaning of live sometimes
Some sort of secret about
But feels as if I'm kept out
Got old so fast even in my church
I think I'm almost done with my search
Are not comforting anymore
So I'm where the metaphores
Mostly purpose that's what sets you free
And namely love and charity
Things I don't have myself but cherish
I'll give him to my perish
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
The certainty I so adored 'bout the existence of the Lord
Spent three decades since I've felt
During the grieve with which I've dealt
Right in the spot where I began
But I always stayed that average man
Did my job the best I could
I tried to be honest and good
Now I'm old and sick of his demands
A gifted student in God's hands
A devoted mercenary
Once I was revolutionary
from that great voice in ethereal skies
I've waited in vain for a little advice
Only silence, no relieve
In reply I receive
When I talk to Him, when I pray
I often don't know what to say
I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive
I'm at the end of my life
In 42 years of being a priest
I doubt some questions have increased
I'm 68 years old
I'm Peter van der Hold
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