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The chosen ones are walking through the new desert |
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All the way uptown to |
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RiversideThe faces of the fathers |
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They look a lot like mine |
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But I watch them from across the great divide |
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Today they have all been forgiven |
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Washed clean before another year begins |
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Me I'm playing in the park with my children |
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And I pray that they forgive my sins |
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This is my sanctuary |
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On this High |
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Holy DayI lay down the burdens |
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I carryIn my sanctuary |
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The forgotten ones |
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Were screaming from the rooftops |
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A thousand souls had all been washed away |
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Everyone was told |
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The levees wouldn't hold |
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Now the mourners are marching everyday |
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And the music keeps rights on playing' |
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Cause of all the places water wouldn't fall |
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It wasn't the churches or the chapels |
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It was down at the |
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Preservation |
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Hall"This is my sanctuary" |
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You could almost hear the ghost of some old trumpet player say"Lay down the burdens you carryIn my sanctuary" |
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The chosen ones are all still searching |
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Waiting for the savior to appear |
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While you and me |
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We congregate in mystery |
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And I listen to you whisper in my ear |
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This is my sanctuary |
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Brothers and sisters let us pray |
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I lay down the burdens |
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I carryIn my sanctuary |
