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It haunts me so |
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This gloomy wait |
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That comes and goes without a trace |
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A thousand times I flesh embrace |
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A thousand more, but here for grace |
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To see the Lord, The Promise Land |
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Where in those sins, pearly gates look bland |
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What once was a pearl, now sand |
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That blows away, that blows away in light of him |
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When battle lines become unclear |
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And the waging war is all I hear |
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Lord, sustain me with your voice |
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And the choice to walk in truth |
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To see the Lord, The Promise Land |
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Where in those sins, pearly gates look bland |
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And what was once a pearl, now sand |
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That blows away, that blows away in light of him |
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That I might see this day |
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This waging war |
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Might go away and be no more |
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That I may see his face, and hear him say |
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Son welcome home, the war is over |
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To see the Lord, The Promise Land |
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Where in all sins, pearly gates look bland |
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And what was once a pearl, now sand that blows away |
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That blows away, that blows away in light of him |
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Go away, Oh go away, go away in light of him |
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Oh, blow away a waging war of sin |
