| Every day at dusk I chase the sunset, sunset
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| Looking for a glimpse of Heaven’s skies
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| I’ve been given a taste for something
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| That nothing in this world can satisfy
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| But I know that a time is coming
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| When I will be in glorious delight
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| I know I will run through Heaven’s brilliant streets of gold
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| Shouting «Hallelujah, Christ alone!»
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| I know I will dance and sing and bow before the throne
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| This I know
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| Oh-Oh
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| Every day at dusk I chase the sunset, sunset
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| Looking for a hint of Heaven’s light
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| I’ve been given a taste for something
|
| That nothing in this world can satisfy
|
| But I know that a time is coming
|
| When I will be in glorious delight
|
| I know I will run through Heaven’s brilliant streets of gold
|
| Shouting «Hallelujah, Christ alone!»
|
| I know I will dance and sing and bow before the throne
|
| This I know
|
| Oh-Oh
|
| This I know
|
| I know I will run through Heaven’s brilliant streets of gold
|
| Shouting «Hallelujah, Christ alone!»
|
| I know I will dance and sing and bow before the throne
|
| This I know
|
| Oh-Oh
|
| This I know
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| This I know
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| This I know |