| In the the west they’ll be hell to pay
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| And the devil’s coming high
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| My heart will love
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| My heart will kiss the dove but it won’t die
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| A hollow land with empty promises
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| And bitter folk who rarely cry
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| My heart will love
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| My heart will kiss the dove but it won’t die
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| Whoa oh oh, death will ride
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| Whoa oh oh, in the eyes of the Lord
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| Kiss the dove but it won’t die
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| And in the the east there will be war to wage
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| And lord jesus led the charge
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| My heart will love
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| My heart will kiss the dove but it won’t die
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| We’ll line em' up in their rows to pray
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| And raise our hands up to the sky
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| My heart will love
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| My heart will kiss the dove but it won’t die
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| Whoa oh oh, death will ride
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| Whoa oh oh, in the eyes of the Lord
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| Whoa oh oh, death will ride
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| Whoa oh oh, in the eyes of the Lord |