| Pappa pushed me out the boat again
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| My morning face says I can not swim…
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| Did not eat again
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| «with our „no fear“ sweaters on.»
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| I can say yes I can say oh no
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| Sobbers to singers come one and all
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| We live every day as our last not moved
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| By what we see and is blastin' from the past
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| We who have breath, good and bad we’re
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| Gonna sing the wide and long and high and
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| Deep oh Lord. |
| (you're the voice from where we belong.)
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| Frontline sing-alongs singers soften walls
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| Boasting and roasting have come and gone
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| No competition flesh and blood dartz to the hartz
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| Shalom freedom fighters sail the flood
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| We who have tongues outta control and in all
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| The tune we who have lips happy and sad gonna
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| Sing the wide and long and high and deep oh Lord
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| «when it’s all our war, send the singers forth.»
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| In him we live move and do become
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| Doers do and beings be, a spirit milk consistency |