Tim Rice & Andrew Lloyd Webber - The Temple | Текст песни

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• Tim Rice & Andrew Lloyd Webber
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CHOIR
Roll on up, for my price is down.
Come on in for the best in town.
Take your pick on the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine.

Roll on up, for my price is down.
Come on in for the best in town.
Take your pick on the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine.

Name your price. I got everything.
Come and buy. It's all going fast.
Borrow cash on the finest terms.
Hurry now while stocks last.

JESUS
My temple should be a house of prayer,
But you have made it a den of thieves.
Get out! Get out!

JESUS
My time is almost through.
Little left to do.
After all, I've tried for three years
Seems like thirty...Seems like thirty.

CHOIR
See my eyes, I can hardly see.
See me stand I can hardly walk.
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk.

See my skin, I'm a mess of blood.
See my legs, I can hardly stand.
I believe you can make me well.
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man.

Will you touch, will you mend me Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me Christ!
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ?

JESUS
There's too many of you...Don't push me.
There's too little of me...Don't crowd me.
Heal yourselves!

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