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Reluctant ride in the middle of the belly of a whale |
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A wheel on fire in the middle of the sky |
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Abandoned baby kicking on the side of the road |
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And a wife has died but you're denied the right to cry |
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Three men walk out protected from a furnace of flame |
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One man cries out from a miry well |
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See a man in the myrtles and women with the wind in their wings |
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Understand what these seared lips can tell |
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I am the prophet and I smolder and burn |
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I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn |
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To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see |
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I am the prophet, won't you listen to me? |
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I am the prophet, won't you listen to me? |
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I hold out hope to everyone who hears and understands |
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The Word of God can echo in the voice of a man |
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He's the shadow of a great rock in a dry and weary land |
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With the names of the ones He loved carved into His hands |
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I am the prophet and I smolder and burn |
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I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn |
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To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see |
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I am the prophet, won't you listen to me? |
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I am the prophet, won't you listen to me? |
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The sorrow in His anger, my eyes weep His tears |
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His life alight in me |
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I am the sword that cuts His people apart |
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I speak the Word that comforts their faithless hearts |
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I am the prophet and I smolder and burn |
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I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn |
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To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see |
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I am the prophet, won't you listen to me? |
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I am the prophet, won't you listen to me? |
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I am the prophet and I smolder and burn |
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I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn |
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To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see |
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I am the prophet, won't you listen to me? |
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I am the prophet, won't you listen to me? |
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I am the prophet |
