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Is there the space for our words? |
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Is there a place here for us? |
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Where can a faithful heart turn |
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When generous grace gathers dust? |
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Where can a faithful heart turn? |
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Have we not labored enough? |
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"Little babies learn |
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That it's a blind, blind world |
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And a generous grace gathers dust..." |
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Beacon shining ever-bright |
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The light at the end of the tunnel is in your eyes |
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You're a lamp to my feet |
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You're the arms at my side (and) |
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I will not be afraid |
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(Tho') victory hides in darkest places |
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Shine |
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Victory hides in darkest places |
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Shine |
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Victory hides in darkest places |
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Is there a space here for our words? |
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Is there a place here for us? |
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Where can a faithful heart turn |
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When generous grace gathers dust? |
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Where can a faithful heart turn |
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When we have strayed from our trust? |
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Keep the beacon burnin' |
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'Cause it's a blind blind world ... |
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Beacon shining ever-bright |
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The light at the end of the tunnel is in your eyes |
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You're a lamp to my feet |
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You're the arms at my side (and) |
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I will not be afraid |
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(Tho') victory hides in darkest places |
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Shine |
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Victory hides in darkest places |
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Shine |
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Victory hides in darkest places |
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Shine |
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Victory hides in darkest places |
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Shine |
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Victory hides in darkest places |
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Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine ... |
