| Water’s flowing through my veins
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| Nothing ever stays the same
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| Water’s flowing down my side
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| Turn the water into wine
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| Where’s the courage I once had?
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| Where’s the strength I once possessed
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| To stand up tall and face the music
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| Laughing in the face of Death
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| Here’s a boy whose hands are bleeding
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| Though he’s never had a scratch
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| Glory come and glory be
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| Water’s flowing now at last
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| Like a bad dream I once had where
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| Everyone but me knew something
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| Walking blind through burning fields
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| The dead brigade is on my heels
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| They follow me—they follow me
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| Water’s flowing through my veins
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| Nothing ever stays the same
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| Flows outside for all to see
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| Water flows through you and me
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| Like a bad dream I once had where
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| Everyone but me knew something
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| Walking blind through burning fields
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| The dead brigade is on my heels
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| They follow me—they follow me
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| Water’s flowing through me
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| Cut me open; |
| let me bleed
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| Silence is golden
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| (But) shout it out, now—shout it out—shout
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| Water’s flowing through my veins
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| Nothing ever stays the same
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| Through eyes that once were blind
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| With passion
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| Everything looks soft and gray
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| Without color or rough edges
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| Without fire to burn the skin
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| Without pride and without reason
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| Water turn to wine again
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| Water’s flowing through my veins
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| Tell me now it’s all the same
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| Tell me that it doesn’t matter
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| Tell me everything’s all right
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| Like a bad dream I once had where
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| Everyone but me knew something
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| Walking blind through burning fields
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| The dead brigade is on my heels
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| They follow me—they follow me
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| Water’s flowing through my veins
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| Nothing ever stays the same
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| Glory come and glory be
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| Glory come to you and me
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| Water’s flowing through my veins… |