| I was driving to Damascus when a sandstorm rose
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| The road disappeared and the axle froze
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| I was low on gas and lower on hope
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| I covered my eyes and I felt for the rope
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| The wind was howling and the air it stung
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| I breathed in dust and it burned my lungs
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| And through the dust a driver came
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| Small and twisted and his face was plain
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| He said love them all
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| All that you need when your heart is small
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| Love them all
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| You’re gonna find them when they fall
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| It was not hard to make him out
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| He simply spoke while I had to shout
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| He asked me where you driving child?
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| His voice was clear but his eyes were wild
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| I said I’m going to the city
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| To meet the high and proud
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| And let them know that anger
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| Is the nature of the crowd
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| He said love them all
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| All that you need when your heart is small
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| Love them all
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| You’re gonna find them when they fall
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| Love them all
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| All that you need when your heart is small
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| Love them all
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| You’re gonna find them when they fall
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| He said your words are lost on the dead
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| When you belong to them
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| Once I was dead and I knew the words
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| Of those dry and hollow men
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| And he took the rope and he hitched me up
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| Freed me from the dust
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| And he helped me round the pilgrims up
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| And lead them to the bus
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| He said love them all
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| All that you need when your heart is small
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| Love them all
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| You’re gonna find them when they fall
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| Love them all
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| All that you need when your heart is small
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| Love them all
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| You’re gonna find them when they fall
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| Love them all
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| All that you need when your heart is small
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| Love them all
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| You’re gonna find them when they fall |