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Oh, oh deep water |
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Black and cold like the night |
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I stand with arms wide open |
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I've run a twisted line |
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I'm a stranger |
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In the eyes of the maker |
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I could not see for the fog in my eyes |
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I could not feel for the fear in my life |
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And from across the great divide |
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In the distance I saw a light |
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Jean Baptiste |
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Walking to me with the maker |
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My body is bent and broken |
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By a long and dangerous sleep |
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I can't work the Fields of Abraham |
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And turn my head away |
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I'm not a stranger |
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In the hands of the maker |
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Brother John |
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Have you seen the homeless daughters |
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Standing there with broken wings |
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I have seen the flaming swords |
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There over east of Eden |
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Burning in the eyes of the maker |
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Burning in the eyes of the maker |
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Burning in the eyes of the maker |
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Burning in the eyes of the maker |
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Oh river rise from your sleep |
