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pappa pushed me out the boat again. |
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my morning face says I can not swim... |
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did not eat again. |
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"with our "no fear" sweaters on." |
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I can say yes I can say oh no. |
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sobbers to singers come one and all. |
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we live every day as our last not moved |
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by what we see and is blastin' from the past. |
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we who have breath, good and bad we're |
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gonna sing the wide and long and high and |
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deep oh Lord. (you're the voice from where we belong.) |
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frontline sing-alongs singers soften walls. |
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boasting and roasting have come and gone. |
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no competition flesh and blood dartz to the hartz. |
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Shalom freedom fighters sail the flood. |
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we who have tongues outta control and in all |
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the tune we who have lips happy and sad gonna |
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sing the wide and long and high and deep oh Lord. |
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"when it's all our war, send the singers forth." |
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in him we live move and do become. |
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doers do and beings be, a spirit milk consistency. |
