| There is a wall that has been standing
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| Since the day that Adam fell
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| Sin is where it started
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| And Sin is why it held
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| Speakin as a prisoner
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| Who was there and lived to tell
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| I remember how it fell
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| I can here the sound of freedom
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| Like a distant voice who called
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| And beckon me to follow
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| Where I had never gone
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| And though my heart is willin'
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| I just stood there at the wall
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| Prayin somehow it would fall
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| But in a cross I found a doorway
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| And a hand that held a key
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| And when the chains fell at my feet
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| For the first time I could see
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| This is how it feels to be free
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| This is what it means to know that
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| I am forgiven
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| This is how it feels to be free
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| To see that life can be more than i imagined
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| This is how it feels to be free
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| This is how it feels to be free
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| There are days when I’m reminded
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| Of the prison I was in
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| Like a livin nightmare
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| Burning from the viel
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| I can feel the voice of evil
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| I can hear the call of sin
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| But I wont go back again
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| See, once I’ve tasted freedom
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| Then the walls could bind no more
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| Since mercy gave me wings to fly
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| Like an eagle I can soar
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| Somewhere there’s a prison
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| Where the chains still burn
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| If not for the grace of god
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| Those walls could still be mine
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| So far all the captives are saved |