| The water is deep and the river wide
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| My face to the wind against the tide
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| This boat is small and the night is black
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| The storm is raging but I won’t turn
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| Back to the shallows where I ran aground
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| In the muck, in the mire of the shame and doubt
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| And all the lies that they ever told
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| I’ll be damned if the devil’s gonna sink my soul
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| I’m getting close, closer
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| I can almost touch the north star
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| I’m getting close, closer
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| This little boat’s the hand of God
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| The water is deep and the river wide
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| There’s a porch light burning on the other side
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| I can hear my name sung sweet and low
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| The voice of my mother calling me home
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| Beyond the limits of my mortal mind
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| Where grace abounds and love is blind
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| These old bones are gonna disappear
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| With the hate, the worry and all my fear
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| I’m getting close, closer
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| I can almost touch the north star
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| I’m getting close, closer
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| This little boat’s the hand of God
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| I’m getting close, closer
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| I can almost touch the north star
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| I’m getting close, closer
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| This little boat’s the hand of God
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| This little boat’s the hand of God |