| When you stood there
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| As the glaze grown over your eyes
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| Still waiting and nervously gazing out
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| Through the pines
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| I’m sure you got a little tired of standing
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| Like a man with a stick (pike) in his hands
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| In the mountains
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| Rest your tired feet
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| And take in life with me
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| So justice is far from us
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| And righteousness
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| We look for the light
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| But all is dark
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| We walk deep into the shadows
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| Like the blind, we grope
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| Feeling our way
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| Like men without eyes
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| Stumbling towards the light
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| Among the strong
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| Stumbling towards the light
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| We’re like the dead, we’re like the dead
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| We moan mournfully like doves
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| (We're like the dead, we’re like the dead)
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| Looking for justice, but finding none
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| (We're like the dead, we’re like the dead)
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| Deliverance is not far away from us
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| The evidence is clear to me
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| You gave yourself so willingly
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| Where are you now?
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| If you want to take what He’s given
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| But you can’t go to sleep
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| He’ll throw you back into the river
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| Clean and washed of all your deeds
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| We’re all so blind now
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| (but) We want it all
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| Lift up your eyes to the sky |