| If I took away your shelter, put you on the street
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| If I took away your table and chairs, threw away your meat
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| Stole away your wife and child, see how lonesome you would be
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| Is that what it would take for you to listen to me
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| If I took away your legs and you could never walk
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| If I took away your words and you could never talk
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| Blinded your eyes and you could never see
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| Locked you up in shackles and you were no longer free
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| Is that what it would take for you to listen to me…
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| Listen to me, I am the thunder you refuse to hear
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| I am the Rock you can’t hide under
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| You have nothing more to fear
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| This is a time for healing, the scars upon the land
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| My son, listen to me.
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| If I gave you a blanket, you could be warm
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| If I gave you a roof to stay under
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| Would that save you from the storm
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| Gave you all the money you could ever spend
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| Do you think that means your troubles would finally end
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| Is that what it would take for you to listen to me
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| Listen to me, I am the thunder you refuse to hear
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| I am the Rock you can’t hide under
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| You have nothing more to fear
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| This is a time for healing, the scars upon the land
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| My son, listen to me
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| I give you the seed dig your roots deep in the land
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| Here’s a blade to turn the soil grow somethin' in the sand
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| I give you all me blessings, my blood runs through your veins
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| I will stand beside you, even when it rains
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| My son listen to me
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| Listen to me, I am the thunder you refuse to hear
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| I am the Rock you can’t hide under
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| You have nothing more to fear
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| This is a time for healing, the scars upon the land
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| My son, listen to me. |