| Year of nineteen hundred and twelve
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| April the fourteenth day
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| Great Titanic struck an iceberg
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| The people had to run and pray
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| God moves
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| Moves
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| God moves
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| And the people had to run and pray
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| The rains came down in twenty-six
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| Louisiana up Arkansas-way
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| The rich and poor, the mother and child
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| The people had to run and pray
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| God moves
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| Moves
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| God moves
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| And the people had to run and pray
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| When the streets of San Francisco
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| Buckled like a horseshoe belt
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| And the fires raged and the buildings fell
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| Oh the pain that those good folks felt
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| God moves
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| Moves
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| God moves
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| And the people had to run and pray
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| Mighty woman, mighty man
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| Living in a world they don’t understand
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| Come together it’s the only way
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| I’m reaching out, you gotta take my hand
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| God moves
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| Moves
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| God moves
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| And the people had to run and pray
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| God moves
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| Moves
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| God moves
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| And the people had to run and pray |