| I remember once I broke down in the country
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| I was sixteen with a broken heart in bloom
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| And I walked home through the pines
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| Nobody saw me but the moon
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| By sunrise I could hear the church bells ringing
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| I got there as the saints were marching in
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| I sat down on the back row
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| And heard the story once again
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| And the servants of the secret fire
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| Were gathered there
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| The embers of the ages
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| Like a living prayer
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| And all at once I saw the shadows flee
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| Shine your light on me, on me
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| Be a light unto my path
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| And a lamp unto my feet
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| They flew us down to Oklahoma city
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| Yeah, but I could hardly stand there on the stage
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| So sick I couldn’t speak
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| And the fever wouldn’t break
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| But when I stepped up to the microphone I heard it
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| It was the voices of the brothers at my side
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| They were singing out my song
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| When the song in me had died
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| Oh, shine your light on me
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| Somebody come and get me when I’m gone (me when I’m gone, gone, gone, gone)
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| Somebody come and get me when I’m gone (me when I’m)
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| Two years ago I drove into a darkness
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| I straightened every curve on Cane Ridge Road
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| And I could hear the flapping wings
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| Of every devil I have known
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| And the inside of my car was like a casket
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| But then it flooded with a blaze of sacred light
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| She was calling me back home
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| And as I pulled into the drive
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| I knew the servants of the secret fire
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| Were gathered there
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| The embers of the ages
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| Like a living prayer
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| She was standing on the porch where I could see
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| Shine your light on me, on me
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| Be a light unto my path
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| And a lamp unto my feet |