| It could have been me put the thorns in your crown
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| Rooted as I am in a violent ground
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| How many times have I turned your promise down
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| Still you pour out your love
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| Pour out your love
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| I was a dweller by a dark stream
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| A crying heart hooked on a dark dream
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| In my convict soul I saw your love gleam
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| And you showed me what you’ve done
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| Jesus, thank-you joyous Son
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| You entered a life like ours to give us back our own
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| You wanted us like you, as choosers not clones
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| You offered up your flesh and death was overthrown
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| Now salvation is ours
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| Salvation is ours
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| I was a dweller by a dark stream
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| A crying heart hooked on a dark dream
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| In my convict soul I saw your love gleam
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| And you showed me what you’ve done
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| Jesus, thank-you joyous Son
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| So I’m walking this prison camp world
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| I long for a glimpse of the new world unfurled
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| The chrysalis cracking and moisten winds uncurl
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| Like in the vision John saw
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| The vision John saw
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| I was a dweller by a dark stream
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| A crying heart hooked on a dark dream
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| In my convict soul I saw your love gleam
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| And you showed me what you’ve done
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| Jesus, thank-you joyous Son |