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Maybe I push when |
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I meant to be still |
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Maybe I take it all too personal |
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Jesus, how to reconcile |
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The joyful noise, the ancient land |
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The tug from some invisible hand |
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The dying mother weaving bulrushes along the |
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NileFloat her basket over the sea |
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Here on a barren shore we'll be waiting for |
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A tailwind to carry her orphan's cry |
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Don't you worry child, |
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I wrote a lullaby |
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I try to settle, but |
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I just pass through |
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A rain dog, a gypsy, a wandering |
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JewAll those homes where not ours |
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Then I slept one night in |
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Abraham's field |
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And dreamt there was no moon |
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The night he died, counting stars, |
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SelahFloat her basket over the sea |
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Here on a barren shore we'll be waiting for |
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A tailwind to carry an orphan's cry |
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Don't you worry child, |
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I wrote a lullaby |
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Building you a home |
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Building you a home |
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Building you a home |
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Building you a home selah |
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So, float her basket over the sea |
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Here on a barren shore we'll be waiting for |
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A tailwind to carry an orphan's cry |
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Don't you worry child |
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I wrote a lullaby |
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Float her basket over the sea |
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Here on a barren shore we'll be waiting for |
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A tailwind to bring us your sweet cry |
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Don't you worry child |
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I gonna sing you a lullaby |