| And we sing this morning that wonderful and grand old message.
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| I don’t know about you but I never get tired of it Number 99: just as I am.
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| I’m a mountain that has been moved
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| I’m a river that is all dried up
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| I’m an ocean nothing floats on
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| I’m a sky that nothing wants to fly in
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| I’m a sun that doesn’t burn hot
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| I’m a moon that never shows it’s face
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| I’m a mouth that doesn’t smile
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| I’m a word that no one ever wants to say…
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| I don’t wanna be,
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| He wasn’t finding anybody when he was on the shelf
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| I saw him in my dream
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| I’m a mountain that has been moved
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| I’m a fugitive that has no legs to run
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| I’m a preacher with no pulpit
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| Spewing a sermon that goes on and on…
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| Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast
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| And we’ll pray that they turn into seeds, to roots and then grass
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| It’d be all right, it’s all right, it’d be easier that way
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| Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
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| Like he knew it was time to start things over again
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| It’d be all right, it’s all right, it’d be easier that way
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| Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast
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| And we’ll pray that they turn into seeds, to roots and then grass
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| It’d be all right, it’s all right, it’d be easier that way
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| Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
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| Like he knew it was time to start things over again
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| It’d be all right, it’s all right, it’d be easier that way |