| Who guards the truth, oh Lord most high?
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| A frightened dove in the starless sky
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| Oh-oh — so high, most high, so high
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| Who hides the east from the blind man’s eye?
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| In the land of peace where the righteous cry
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| Oh-oh — so high, most high, so high
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| Where are the words — of a king
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| Who moved the stars and the son
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| To the light when my spirit was born
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| Bring this wanderer home
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| While mercy sleeps in the hearts of liars
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| And the olive tree is consumed by fire
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| Oh-oh — so high, most high, so high
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| Put out the words — I’m the king
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| Who moved the star above the sun
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| To the light when the spirit was born
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| Bring this wanderer home
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| Come on, come on, come on Now David seed talks through his paper crown
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| And he spits hot steel — see all the kids fall down
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| Oh-oh — so high, most high, oh-oh
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| Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on --
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| Most high, most high
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| Most high, so high, so high |