| Well your standing firm upon the distant shore
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| Chanting a psalm forever more
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| With your earthquake, lightning, and thunder
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| To rock the ground beneath my feet
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| You have given us so much yea
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| And still you give more
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| You’re not here to sooth the physical oh no
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| You’re here to sooth the soul
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| Yea They may bring you milk and honey
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| A little breadfruit for you too
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| They’ll never leave you on your own…
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| Yes your own redemption
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| Your own confrontation yes
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| For your generation
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| Well now how can you be such a proud man
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| You have no land nor piece of gold
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| Just like the Mighty Lion, I build my home in Zion
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| There are many waves to drive the ocean
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| Drive you off in confusion
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| White squall a bite, white squall a bite
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| Still I sail into the east
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| No weak heart shall enter into the House
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| Of the Nyabinghi order
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| No weak heart shall enter no way
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| Into the Nyabinghi order
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| For you steal the word
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| Steal the lightning from my hand
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| And your rolling thunder
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| Steal the blood from my heart
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| You have thrown so many rocks upon my trail
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| The time getting tough
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| Well I will run if I have to yea
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| But I will never outrun the sun
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| But my heart beats on, my heart beats on
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| I travel on, I travel on oh yea
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| What dem say? |
| If ya chant it to the world
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| Chant it to the moon
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| Ya chanting your psalm atop of the moon |