| From the hands it came down
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| From the side it came down
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| From the feet it came down
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| And ran to the ground
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| Between heaven and hell
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| A teardrop fell In the deep crimson dew
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| The tree of life grew
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| And the blood gave life
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| To the branches of the tree
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| And the blood was the price
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| That set the captives free
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| And the numbers that came
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| Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree
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| And were redeemed by the blood
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| From the tree streamed a light
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| That started the fight 'Round the tree grew a vine
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| On whose fruit I could dine
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| My old friend Lucifer came
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| Fought to keep me in chains
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| But I saw through the tricks
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| Of six-sixty-six
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| And the blood gave life
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| To the branches of the tree
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| And the blood was the price
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| That set the captives free
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| And the numbers that came
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| Through the fire and the flood Clung to the tree
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| And were redeemed by the blood
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| From his hands it came down
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| From his side it came down
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| From his feet it came down
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| And ran to the ground
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| And a small inner voice Said «You do have a choice.»
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| The vine engrafted me
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| And I clung to the tree |