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You know I feel there's something |
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'bout to break now |
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You know I feel there's a city |
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Here to take now |
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And it's not so tough |
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For these ordinary hands, |
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When we trust someone |
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With extraordinary plans |
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You know i feel this |
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Hearts about to break now, |
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'Cos I can see what |
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The devil's trying to take now, |
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We've got this leather backed |
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Book and a freedom cry, |
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And we're an Army of God |
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Who are ready to die |
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You give us hope where hope is gone |
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You fill the streets with a holy song |
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We're gonna paint this big old town red. |
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Oh, here we come, here we come |
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Oh, here we come, here we come |
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You know I feel this sky's |
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About to break now, |
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You know I feel our city's |
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Gonna shake now |
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And we hear You call |
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Every woman and man |
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"Ring the mission bell." |
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And storm the gates of hell. |
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Miracles run from street to street |
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Rise up church for a holy meet |
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We're gonna paint this big old town red |
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We're gonna paint this big old town red |
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With the blood of Jesus |
