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There was a child named bernadette.
I heard the story long ago.
She saw the queen of heaven once
And kept the vision in her soul.

No one beleived what she had seen.
No one beleived what she had heard,
That there were sorrows to be healed
And mercy, mercy in this world.

So many hearts I find
Broke like yours and mine,
Torn by what weve done and cant undo.
I just wanna hold you.
Come on, let me hold you
Like bernadette would do.

Weve been around, we fall, we fly.
We mostly fall, we mostly run.
And every now and then we try
To mend the damage that weve done.

Tonight, tonight I just cant rest.
Ive got this joy here, here inside my breast.
To think that I did not forget
That child, that song of bernadette.

So many hearts I find,
Hearts like yours and mine,
Torn by what weve done and cant undo.
Well, I just wanna hold you.
Come on, let me hold you
Like bernadette would do.

I just wanna hold you.
Wont you let me hold you
Like bernadette would do?