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(Written By Warnes, Cohen, By Warnes)

was a child named Bernadette
I heard the long ago
She saw the of Heaven once
And kept the in her soul
No one what she had seen
No one believed she heard
That there were sorrows to be
And mercy, mercy in this

So many I find
like yours and mine
Torn by we've done and can't undo
I just want to you
Won't you let me you
Like Bernadette do

been, we fall, we fly
We fall, we moostly run
And every now and we try
To mend the damage we've done
Tonight, I cannot rest
I've got joy inside my breast
To think that I did not
That child, that of Bernadette

So many I find ...