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I was driving to Damascus when a sandstorm rose |
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The road disappeared and the axle froze |
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I was low on gas and lower on hope |
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I covered my eyes and I felt for the rope |
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The wind was howling and the air it stung |
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I breathed in dust and it burned my lungs |
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And through the dust a driver came |
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Small and twisted and his face was plain |
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He said love them all |
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All that you need when your heart is small |
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Love them all |
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You're gonna find them when they fall |
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It was not hard to make him out |
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He simply spoke while I had to shout |
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He asked me where you driving child? |
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His voice was clear but his eyes were wild |
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I said I'm going to the city |
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To meet the high and proud |
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And let them know that anger |
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Is the nature of the crowd |
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He said love them all |
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All that you need when your heart is small |
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Love them all |
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You're gonna find them when they fall |
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Love them all |
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All that you need when your heart is small |
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Love them all |
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You're gonna find them when they fall |
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He said your words are lost on the dead |
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When you belong to them |
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Once I was dead and I knew the words |
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Of those dry and hollow men |
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And he took the rope and he hitched me up |
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Freed me from the dust |
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And he helped me round the pilgrims up |
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And lead them to the bus |
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He said love them all |
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All that you need when your heart is small |
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Love them all |
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You're gonna find them when they fall |
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Love them all |
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All that you need when your heart is small |
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Love them all |
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You're gonna find them when they fall |
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Love them all |
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All that you need when your heart is small |
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Love them all |
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You're gonna find them when they fall |
