I beg to differTo break the chainTo draw a line right through tomorrowAnd cancel every claimI ve seen reflectionsBeneath my skinAnd drums beating for battleIn the eyes of childrenAnd turning it overRight downWhere the eye don t see no colorWhere the war don t make a soundIce on the shoulderNoelPraise the lord above and sellsellsellOh violent flowersYou fill the screenBetray your motherAnd change your nameSo tall and fickleAnd blind as snowRunning headfirst for oblivionCause you got nowhere else to goAnd turning it overRight downWhere the eye don t see no colorWhere the war don t make a soundIce on the shoulderNoelPraise the lord above and sellsellsellIn chill of winterIn dead of nightEach so familiar with the hungerThat they got no appetiteThey talk of lovingI hear her sayThat as fast as I can give itHe s taking it awayAnd turning it overRight downWhere the eye don t see no colorWhere the war don t make a soundIce on the shoulderNoelPraise the lord above and sellsellsellAnd turning it overRight downWhere the eye don t see no colorWhere the war don t make a soundIce on the shoulderNoelPraise the lord above and sellsellsellA weeping willowThe desert windSo many learn to swallowSo few to understandThis deepest longingThis cup of faithWhere to put them in a worldWhere no innocence is safe

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