| Down here in the valley
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| Every shadow you see
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| Has its own story
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| Down here in the valley
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| Every puddle of mud
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| Comes from tears and blood
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| And it’s so hard just to get warm
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| That the chill turns into despair
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| Will you lift me up with tender care?
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| Will you wash me clean in the palm of Your hands?
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| Will hold me close so I can thrive?
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| When you touch me, that’s when I know I’m alive
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| Down here in the valley
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| Nothing’s able to grow
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| 'Cause the light’s too low
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| Folks spend their days
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| Digging 'round for diamonds and gold
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| Till they just get old
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| And they don’t know anything else
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| They don’t know they’re breathing bad air
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| But I’m tired of living like this
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| And my soul cries out, «If you’re there…»
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| Will you lift me up with tender care?
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| Will you wash me clean in the palm of Your hands?
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| Lord, hold me close so I can thrive
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| When you touch me, that’s when I know I’m alive
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| Call me up to your side
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| Draw me up to your light
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| Let it blind me
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| Lord, refine me
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| Refine me out of my mind
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| Will you lift me up with tender care?
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| Will you wash me clean in the palm of Your hands?
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| Lord, hold me close so I can thrive
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| When you touch me, that’s when I know
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| I know I’m alive
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| Will you lift me up with tender care?
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| Will you wash me clean in the palm of Your hands?
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| Lord, hold me close so I can thrive
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| When you touch me, that’s when I know I’m alive
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| Lord, lift me up with tender care
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| Will you wash me clean in the palm of Your hands?
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| Lord, hold me close so I can thrive
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| When you touch me, that’s when I know
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| I know I’m alive |