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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 for the fog in my eyes |
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I could not feel for the fear in my life |
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From across the great divide, in the distance I saw a light |
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John baptist walking to me with the maker |
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So my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep |
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I can't work the fields of Abraham 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 the homeless daughters |
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Standing there 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 |
