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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 in the eyes of the Maker |
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I could not see |
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For the fog in my eyes |
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I could not feel |
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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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Of John Baptist |
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Walking to me with the Maker |
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My body, my body is bent |
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And broken by 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 in the hands of the Maker |
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Brother John, have you seen |
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The homeless daughters |
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Standing here 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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Oh, river rise from your sleep |
