| This is our great migration
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| Our mountain and our stone
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| Turning ourselves inside-out
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| To find we’re already home
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| This is our deal with the sinners and saints
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| The law and up above
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| We’ll be crossing to Jerusalem
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| With nothing but our love
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| Birthdays and the babies
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| Bourbon and the tears
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| Roaring like the hurricane
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| Tearing up the years
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| Who we are is who we were
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| And all of you were there
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| We’re crossing to Jerusalem
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| It’s nothing we can’t bear
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| The towns through tiny windows
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| The rooms that look the same
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| We lost the hands we didn’t play
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| But somehow won the game
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| Look how the curtain rises
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| It courses through our blood
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| We’ll be crossing to Jerusalem
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| With nothing but our love
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| We’ll be crossing to Jerusalem
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| With nothing but our love |