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In the shadow of the cross where my first love died |
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In the valley where we learn how to climb so high |
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Will you open my heart and reach inside |
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Till the blood on your hands is yours, not mine |
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Set us free, trust the mystery |
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Till our eyes are clear enough to see you |
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Where you lead us, we will follow |
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Where you lead us, we will follow you |
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On the hill of the rich in city of the poor |
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Where the wealth is in the hands of who needs you more |
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'Cause there's nothing in our view you haven't made |
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No one that you've touched that you haven't saved |
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So set us free to love the mystery |
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Till our eyes are clear enough to see you |
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Where you lead us, we will follow |
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Where you lead us, we will follow |
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Where you lead us, we will follow you |
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Open up our hearts and reach inside |
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Open up our hearts and reach inside |
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Where you lead us, we will follow |
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Where you lead us, we will follow |
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Where you lead us, we will follow |
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Where you lead us, we will follow (open our hearts and reach inside) |
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Where you lead us, we will follow (open our hearts and reach inside) |
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Where you lead us, we will follow (open our hearts and reach inside) |
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Where you lead us, we will follow (open our hearts and reach inside) |
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Where you lead us, we will follow (open our hearts and reach inside) |
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Where you lead us, we will follow (open our hearts) |
