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Oh, Oh Deep water |
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Black, and cold like the night |
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I stand with arms wide open |
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I've run a twisted mile |
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I'm a stranger |
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in the eyes of the Maker |
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I could not see |
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for fog in my eyes |
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I could not feel |
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for the fear in my life |
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From across the great divide |
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In the distance i saw a light |
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John Baptist |
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walking to me with the Maker |
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My body is bent and broken |
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by long and dangerous sleep |
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I can work the fields of Abraham |
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and turn my head away |
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I'm not a stranger |
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in the hands of the Maker |
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Brother John |
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Have you seen the homeless daughters |
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standing there |
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with broken wings |
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I have seen the flaming swords |
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there over east of eden |
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burning in the eyes of the Maker |
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burning in the eyes of the Maker |
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burning in the eyes of the Maker |
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burning in the eyes of the Maker |
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oh river rise from your sleep.... |
