| Yes, in the dark of the day
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| I want to give it all away
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| Tear this high mountain down
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| And keep nothing for myself
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| If you go — go by
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| Build a wall I cannot climb
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| Fix a lock I cannot break
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| Oh, a mirror loves a hammer
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| When the river’s running backwards
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| Do the dance of many colors
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| They call us to keep moving
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| Yes, babe — I can feel it
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| I’m watching your dark legs
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| Flashing like some battlefield
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| Should I drown in the Atlanta rain?
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| Yes, babe — I can’t stand it
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| In the dew of the dawn
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| I want to call and blow my horn
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| Yes, beat this mountain down
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| And give nothing to myself
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| Yes, one more time around
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| Tell me that you need me now
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| Tell me that you love me still
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| Like a mirror loves a hammer
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| I’m gonna run to the city of Refuge
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| See the spirit in the water
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| Now the servant calls the master |