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Ten thousand men go marching up |
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the hill and when they reach the top |
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they go on marching down |
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to fields of blood and spoils of war and then |
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it's five a.m i don't know what |
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i'm doing up and on the floor |
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it's just so strange to see |
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the grace that's raining down on me |
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(raining down on me) |
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There's no rhyme |
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there's no reason |
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must be the season |
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of God's love |
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Through broken glass and hungry eyes |
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a father tells his children lies |
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he says he's coming back |
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but he knows he's not coming back again |
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i could have been that man if i |
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had not surrendered to the call |
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the pull was strong enough |
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to bend my will and break my fall |
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(no more need to fall) |
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(chorus) |
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I don't pretend to know the reason i've been chosen to recieve |
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the mercy strength and peace- his dying on the cross for me released |
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must be the season |
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must be the season |
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of God's love. |
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From the album... 'Tony Vincent'. |
