| I remember the day of the Tennessee flood
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| The sound of the scream and the sight of the blood
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| My son he saw as the animal died
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| In the jaws of the dog as the river ran by
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| I said, «Come back soon»
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| It was there on the page of the book that I read
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| The boy grew up and the yearling was dead
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| He stood at the gate with the angel on guard
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| And wept to the death of his little boy heart
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| I said, «Come back soon»
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| Come back soon
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| We wake in the night in the womb of the world
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| We beat our fists on the door
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| We cannot breathe in the sea that swirls
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| So we groan in this great darkness
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| For deliverance
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| Deliverance, o Lord
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| So I sit on the bench at the bend in the trail
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| And I can feel in the fall the final exhale
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| The trees of the field all wring their hands
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| And the leaves go by like a funeral band
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| I say, «Come back soon»
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| Come back soon
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| We wake in the night in the womb of the world
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| We beat our fists on the door
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| We cannot breathe in this sea that swirls
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| So we groan in this great darkness
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| Are we alone in this great darkness?
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| If nature’s red in tooth and in claw
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| Seems to me that she’s an outlaw
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| 'Cause every death is a question mark
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| At the end of the book of a beating heart
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| And the answer’s scrawled on the silent dark
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| In the dome of the sky in a billion stars
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| But we cannot read these angel tongues
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| We cannot stare at the burning sun
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| And we cannot breathe with these broken lungs
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| So we kick in the womb and we beg to be born
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| Deliverance!
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| Oh, deliverance, o Lord!
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| Deliverance!
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| Oh, deliverance, o Lord! |