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Almost daylight, as the watch carries on he sees plans being laid |
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Always knowing, with the time coming near the ones who will be saved |
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Hear their laughter, as they gather around and watch a fool being stoned |
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Hear their whispers as he raises his eyes and warns of what he has told |
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And he calls to the world of the coming |
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In the end there'll be nothing left |
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Let me touch your soul I'll take you away |
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Shout it out |
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He calls to the world of the day of the coming |
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Shout it out |
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In the end you'll see his tears |
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Shout it out |
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He calls to the world of the day of the coming |
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Shout it out |
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There'll be nothing left but fear |
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And they're moving, to his chants as if he has touched powers above |
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His voice soothing, the mistrust in the eyes of those which he has come |
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(Bridge) |
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(Chorus) |
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Oh - almost daylight, as he gathers them all and cries for what he must see |
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In the darkened skies, he feels death descending with cold greed |
