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Glue my beard on Rehearse my lines and entrance Cardboard stable, parents in audience I heard from the angel my part in the play And talked to the baby asleep on the hay And even if it was a voice in my head I would like to hear it again But I could not keep watch over my beliefs Dressed in wool death approached while I was asleep Resting so soundly as the wolves quiet crawled The holy night silent did not wake me at all And even as blood was spilled out in the dark And my eyes pried the horizon apart You never appeared there Bored by the years of waiting out here Frail from defending dead faith in a field My costume crew crutch cannot hold me up So if you have a message transmission for us Something transcendent miraculous sign A blinding white roadmap in the thick of the night Even if it's just a star in the sky I would like to see it sometime See it sometime Before I die From Letras Mania