| Let’s scratch away the sand
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| Stuck in your ears
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| Water all the crops
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| With showers of tears
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| Tell all those baby’s mothers
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| They don’t need no fear
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| Because God’s got their hearts
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| In His hands
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| We will ask all the painters
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| If they dress in white
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| To walk around the streets
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| In the dead of the night
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| Dance like guests at a wedding
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| Underneath the lights
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| Look at the buildings and say
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| «I touched that.»
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| We always want to brag
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| Hold me underneath the water
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| Until the old me dies and slips
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| Out of this body
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| And make me new again
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| Maybe I am the writer
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| That will spark the flame
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| That makes the world believe
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| In the right kind of faith
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| But perhaps I need to get
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| These feet offstage and find
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| A smaller pair of shoes to fill
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| What i know is that
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| I am my father’s only son
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| Who said
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| «There will be time for sleep
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| When the work is done.»
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| Keep your pedal
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| To the floor
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| Until the race is won
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| What if the race
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| Is not a race at all
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| Don’t you crash into a tree
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| He spoke His words to me
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| Like well driven nails
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| They sank like wind to rain
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| To my rusty sails
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| The sailor’s hands to flight
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| And hung in the sky
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| Below a celebration that
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| Land was in sight
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| My heart puffs with pride
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| As I am defined
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| The center of this room
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| Filled with all your eyes
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| Leading me to believe
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| That I am so fresh and revised
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| But God I am nothing if I don’t have You
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| I met my brother in a hallway
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| Said he loved Jesus
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| I said, «I think I do too.» |