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It's another heroes' sunset |
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I'm riding on the Great North Road |
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Coiled and tensed in wonder |
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As the land turns burning gold |
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Ch: Out in the sun, out in the wind |
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I'm nearly ready now to come back again |
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We are silent in this worship |
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Beneath the breathing of the summer trees |
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They sparkle in a dance of silver |
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As the light falls through the leaves |
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Ch: Out in the sun, out in the wind |
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I'm nearly ready now to come back again |
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So from the wisdom of trances, the armies of Jesus |
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To the Voodoo possessions, the different disguises |
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At dusk in the mountains, all bowed in surrender |
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A thousand voices calling out a million names |
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We knelt as we lit the candles |
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Around the little shrine |
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Take me back to the white light |
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I want to go there again |
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Ch: Out in the sun, out in the wind |
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I'm nearly ready now to come back again |
