| God was in the water that day
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| Pickin' through the roots and stones
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| Trippin' over sunken logs
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| Tryin' not to make his presence known
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| God was in the water that day
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| Wadin' in careful steps
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| Bubbles risin' from his feet
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| Comin' up from the muddy depths
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| Castin' out a line
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| Castin' out a line to the shadows
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| Castin' out a line but no one’s biting
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| I am at my pitiful desk
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| Starin' at he colorless walls
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| Wishin' I was any place else
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| Down into a dream I fall
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| Sittin' in a tiny boat
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| Driftin' on the mindless sea
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| And if I disappear
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| At least I’m floating free
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| Castin' out a line
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| Castin' out a line to the darkness
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| Castin' out a line but no one’s biting
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| God was in the air that day
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| Breathin' out a haunted breeze
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| Tryin' not to make a sound
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| Shufflin' through the dried up leaves
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| God was in the air that day
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| Circlin' like a drunken hawk
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| Sweepin' with a hungry eye
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| Over the ground I walk
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| Castin' out a line
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| Castin' out a line to the darkness
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| Castin' out a line but no one’s biting
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| Castin' out a line
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| Castin' out a line to the shadows
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| Castin' out a line but no one’s biting |