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You made the dry bones dance, |
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You make the rocks cry out |
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You make the mountains bow down |
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You place upon my lips the words of a heavenly song |
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Set to the beat of a different drum |
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And I hear |
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You whisper softly in my ear |
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Until the melody is all that |
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I can hear |
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You put a new song in my mouth |
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A hymn of praise to |
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You, my God |
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I will worship you and tell of the things |
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You do You put a new song in my mouth |
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You put a new song |
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You put a new song in my mouth |
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A hymn of praise to |
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You, my God |
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I will worship you and tell of the things |
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You do You put a new song in my mouth |
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You made the dry bones dance, |
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You make the rocks cry out |
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You make the mountains bow down |
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You make the mountains bow down |
