| The water rose today
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| The river with the rain
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| Memories and picture frames
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| Are floating miles away
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| Through the wreckage and the mud
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| The ruins after the flood
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| She survived at 91, hmm
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| Some would have given up
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| Drowning in their tears
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| But on her wrinkled face
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| A smile appeared
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| When you face your greatest fear
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| Losing all that you hold near
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| Open up your eyes my dear
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| Oh how mercy looks from here
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| The call I couldn’t take
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| Unbearable mistakes
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| A brilliant mind that fades away
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| A baby doll beside the grave
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| When you face your greatest fear
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| Losing all that you hold near
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| Open up your eyes my dear
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| Oh how mercy looks from here
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| I would have given up, drowning in my tears
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| If it wasn’t for your voice all these years
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| When you face your greatest fear
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| Losing all that you hold near
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| Open up your eyes my dear
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| My dear
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| That’s when boundless grace appears
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| Unseen angels hover near
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| Saints are singing loud and clear
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| Oh how mercy looks from here
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| Oh how mercy looks from here
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| Oh how mercy looks from here
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| Oh how mercy looks from here
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| The water rose today |