| Sweet river roll over me
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| Let my body find peace and let my mind be free
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| Oh my soul sings to Thee
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| The wild man he just killed my religion
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| He cut it to the bone like a needed incision
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| The cancerous growth of formulaic precision
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| That blocks the life-blood in rebellious collision
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| Cold constructs robbing faith from decision
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| But where’s your rubric for the man that was risen
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| He is my vision, he is my vision, be Thou my vision
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| When the tables have turned, and I’ve lost money earned, and temples are burned
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| By His scars, we will learn about truth
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| In the depths of our souls that are marred by the tooth of a beast
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| Underneath so many deceased, sold out suckers traded life to be yeast
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| Just to get a piece or a status increase
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| Find grace and have peace when you eat the Lords feast
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| And you eat, of His flesh, and His blood
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| It’s coming quick and strong as the mightiest flood
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| Yet my mind still gets stuck in the mud
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| Bottom feeding on the trash like a catfish, brats wish on all of that which
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| Is established to sit ill in hearts and in our souls, sweet river roll
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| Sweet river roll over me
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| Let my body find peace and let my mind be free
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| Oh my soul sings to Thee
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| It’s like the water in the valley, submerged totally
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| Yet all the children rally around the safety of their shallow beliefs
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| Let’s swim against the current out and into the deep
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| But first I pray the Lord for my soul to keep
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| That price paid was not cheap as I stand knee deep in His blood
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| We’re knee deep in his blood
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| See, I choose to refuse, to substitute the regulated rhetoric of someone else’s
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| rehearsed ideals
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| In place of a real living commitment, Hell no
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| We put the rock in the water and it made cement
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| We put the water with the wheat and then we made it ferment
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| Shine light through the rain and a spectrum represent
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| We’re pumping water through the veins and the brains content
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| Went down to the river following providence
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| Old man underwater gonna die when he repents
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| Old man underwater gonna die when he repents
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| But there’s a new man coming up with the wings to ascend
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| The son of man walks on water because he’s heaven sent
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| I’ve these tears in my eyes as I cry with the joy and lament
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| Sweet river roll over me
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| Let my body find peace and let my mind be free
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| Oh my soul sings to Thee |