| There’s a valley of sorrow in my soul
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| Where every night I hear the thunder roll
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| Like the sound of a distant gun
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| Over all the damage I have done
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| And the shadows filling up this land
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| Are the ones I built with my own hand
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| There is no comfort from the cold
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| Of this valley of sorrow in my soul
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| There’s a river of darkness in my blood
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| And through every vein I feel the flood
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| I can find no bridge for me to cross
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| No way to bring back what is lost
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| Into the night, it soon will sweep
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| Down where all my grievances I keep
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| But it won’t wash away the years
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| Or one single hard and bitter tear
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| And the rock of ages I have known
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| Is a weariness down in the bone
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| I use to ride it like a rolling stone
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| Now I just carry it alone
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| There’s a highway rising from my dreams
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| Deep in the heart, I know it gleams
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| For I have seen it stretching wide
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| Clear on across to the other side
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| Beyond the river and the flood
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| And the valley where for so long I’ve stood
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| With the rock of ages in my bones
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| Someday I know it will lead me home |