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Slaves |
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Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh |
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Heed |
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To his every word, live in fear |
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Faith |
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Of the unknown one, the deliverer |
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Wait |
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Something must be done, four hundred years |
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[chorus:] |
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So let it be written |
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So let it be done |
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I'm sent here by the chosen one |
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So let it be written |
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So let it be done |
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To kill the first born pharaoh son |
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I'm creeping death |
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Now |
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Let my people go, land of goshen |
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Go |
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I will be with thee, bush of fire |
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Blood |
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Running red and strong, down the nil |
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Plague |
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Darkness three days long, hail to fire |
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[chorus] |
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Die by my hand |
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I creep across the land |
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Killing first born man |
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Die by my hand |
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I creep across the land |
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Killing first born man |
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I |
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Rule the midnight air the destroyer |
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Born |
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I shall soon be there, deadly mass |
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I |
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Creep the steps and flood final darkness |
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Blood |
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Lambs blood painted door, i shall pass |
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[chorus] |