| You know I feel there’s something 'bout to break now,
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| You know I feel there’s a city here to take now.
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| And it’s not so tough for these ordinary hands,
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| When we trust someone with extraordinary plans.
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| You know I feel this heart’s about to break now,
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| Cos I can see what the devil’s trying to take now.
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| We’ve got this leather backed book and a freedom cry,
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| And we’re an army of God who are ready to die.
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| You give us hope where hope is gone,
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| You fill the streets with a holy song,
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| We’re gonna paint this big old town red.
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| Oh, Here we come, here we come
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| Oh, Here we come, here we come
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| You know I feel this sky’s about to break now.
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| You know I feel our city’s gonna shake now.
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| And we hear you call every woman and man,
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| «Ring the mission bell"and storm the gates of hell.
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| Miracles run from street to street,
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| Rise up Church for a holy meet,
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| We’re gonna paint this big old town red
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| We’re gonna paint this big old town red
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| With the blood of Jesus! |