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Staring at the glow of the city lights |
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In the land of the rising sun |
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You hear the cries from the hearts of everyone |
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An ocean apart from my town tonight |
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But I know |
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I'm not alone |
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I feel You just as close a thousand miles from home |
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I can see |
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Your love, |
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I can see |
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Your love all around |
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Everywhere |
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I go, everywhere |
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It's surrounding |
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I can feel |
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Your heart, |
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I can feel |
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Your heart |
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Beating for us now |
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Sinking my feet in the muddy ground |
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Lifting my face in the rain |
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I see Your kingdom in the middle of hunger and pain |
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I feel You in the hands of the poor |
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I hear You in the song of the weak |
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There is no place too far that |
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You can't reach |
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I see it in the sun |
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I see it in the sky |
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Your glory's everywhere |
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Your love is alive |
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I see it in |
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Your Son I see it when |
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He died I see it when |
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He rose Your love is alive |
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Oh yeah, Your love is alive |
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Could we with ink the ocean fill |
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And were the skies of paper made |
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Every tree on earth a quill |
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And every man a scribe by trade |
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To write the love of |
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God above |
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Would drain the ocean dry |
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Nor could the scroll contain the whole |
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Though stretched from sky to sky |
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Oh love of |
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God, how rich and pure |
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How measureless and strong |
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It shall forevermore endure |
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The saints and angels songs |
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Oh love of |
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God, how rich and pure |
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How measureless and strong |
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It shall forevermore endure |
