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Who guards the truth |
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Oh lord most high |
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A frightened dove in a starless sky, oh-oh, oh oh oh |
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So high, most high, so high |
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Who hides the east from the blind man's eye |
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In the land of peace |
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Where the righteous cry, oh-oh, oh oh oh |
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So high, most high, so high |
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Where are the words of the king |
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Who moves the stars and then the sun |
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To the light where my spirit was born |
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Bring this wanderer home |
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While mercy sleeps in the hearts of liars |
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And the olive tree is consumed by fire, oh-oh, oh oh oh |
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So high, most high, so high |
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Where are the words of the king |
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Who moves the stars and then the sun |
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To the light where my spirit was born |
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Bring this wanderer home, come on, come on, come on |
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When david's seed talks |
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Through his paper crown |
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And he spits hot steel |
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See all the kids fall down |
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Ohhh yeah, mmm |
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So high, most high, so high, oh oh yeah |
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Oh oh |
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Come on, come on, come on |
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Come on, come on, come on |
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Come on, come on, come on |
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Come on, come on, come on |
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Better hurry, hurry |
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Better hurry, hurry |
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Better hurry, hurry |
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Most high, most high high high |
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Most high, so high, so high |
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So high |
