| Well, there’s a blind man — he’s a beggar
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| He was a blind since birth
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| But to demonstrate the power of God
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| Jesus looked at him and spat down on the earth
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| He made ointment with His spittle
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| Then Jesus put the mud on his eyes
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| And when the man got back from washin' at Siloam
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| He was no longer blind
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| Ah, but ain’t that a miracle? |
| Yes, indeed
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| Ain’t that a miracle? |
| Now he can see, baby!
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| Ain’t that a miracle? |
| Totally free!
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| Anything’s possible if you believe -- oh, if you believe!
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| Now the neighbors saw the beggar
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| 'Cause they knew him from his previous occupation
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| Some said, «Is he the one who used to sit and beg?»
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| Some said, «No, this must be some imitation!»
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| But the beggar kept affirming that he was the one who’d been blind
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| He said, «This Jesus guy made clay, put it on my eyes and said
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| 'Wash and you’ll be fine.'»
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| Well, the people took him to the temple
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| And brought in his folks
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| Took him up to the Pharisees
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| They said «Is this your son? |
| How did he get healed?»
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| They said «We don’t know!» |
| Ooh yeah!
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| But they didn’t even listen to the man himself
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| Because this world demands a sign and when it gets one
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| It just wants to stick it on a shelf |