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Surrender |
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A word that we don't understand |
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How are we to get ahead |
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When we have empty hands? |
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We fight for what will fade |
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We cling to that |
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From which we're saved |
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And soon we'll wake to find |
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We've naught but fists of sand |
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What good is the whole world |
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If you've no soul? |
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So cast your bread |
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Upon the water's edge |
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And you will find |
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The bread of life |
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Cast your bread |
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Our bread seems small |
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But when it's broken |
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It will feed |
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A multitude of thousands |
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Hungry and in need |
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If we want to live |
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Our life is something |
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We must give |
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Just like kernels of wheat |
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Die to bare forth seeds |
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Lord it's in Your hands now |
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As it's always been |
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Cast your bread |
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Upon the water's edge |
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And you will find |
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The bread of life |
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Break your bread |
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And pass with open hands |
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And you will find |
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The bread of life |
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How are we to get ahead |
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When we have empty hands? |
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Cast your bread |
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Upon the water's edge |
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And you will find |
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The bread of life |
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Cast your bread |
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Cast your bread |
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And you will find |
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The bread of life |