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The priests and the leaders came together. |
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Making a plot against him. |
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He agitates against all of our rules. |
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His life is not worth a damn - right now. |
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When they sat together a girl came to them |
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Pouring an ointment on him. |
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Disciples were upset he said to them 'Calm down' |
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You gonna catch it. |
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[BRIDGE:] |
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Take bread, take wine. |
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Bless it, share it out. |
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It's my body given for your sins. |
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For your sins. |
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[REFRAIN:] |
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My time has come - wish it would not. |
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I feel so cold - my death is near. |
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Never want to drink this sorrowful cup. |
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My heart is low - on this midnight hour. |
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I'll be alone - I'm frightened to death. |
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Yet not what I want but your will be done. |
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What will you give me if I betray him? |
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He is a thorn in my flesh. |
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You will get Silverterium from us. |
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You hand him over to us - come on. |
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On their last supper Ratis said to them. |
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I wanna tell you the truth. |
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I know that one of you will betray me. |
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I'm gonna take it. |
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[BRIDGE:] |
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Take bread, take wine. |
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Bless it, share it out. |
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It's my body given for your sins. |
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For your sins. |
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[REFRAIN:] |
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My time has come - wish it would not. |
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I feel so cold - my death is near. |
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Never want to drink this sorrowful cup. |
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My heart is low - on this midnight hour. |
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I'll be alone - I'm frightened to death. |
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Yet not what I want but your will be done. |
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[BRIDGE II:] |
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Spirit is willing. |
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But flesh is so weak. |
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Sleep now take your rest. |
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They're waiting for me - right now. |
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[BRIDGE:] |
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Take bread, take wine. |
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Bless it, share it out. |
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It's my body given for your sins. |
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For your sins. |
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[REFRAIN:] |
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My time has come - wish it would not. |
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I feel so cold - my death is near. |
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Never want to drink this sorrowful cup. |
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My heart is low - on this midnight hour. |
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I'll be alone - I'm frightened to death. |
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Yet not what I want but your will be done. |
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My time has come - wish it would not. |
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I feel so cold - my death is near. |
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Never want to drink this sorrowful cup. |
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My heart is low - on this midnight hour. |
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I'll be alone - I'm frightened to death. |
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Yet not what I want but your will be done. |
