| I know a place where you can rest and grow
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| When the tide is over and moving
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| I am a believer and i’m needing to know
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| For i left this town and made it my own
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| Son we gather sorrow here
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| You can
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| Born out of order and unable to grow
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| Leave my weakened knees, my weakened knees behind you
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| All out of longing and recanting he knows
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| He won’t be wrong, he won’t be wrong again
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| Soon there will be fighting here
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| I know
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| So spend up
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| We could be holy
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| But these sins won’t ever let me go now
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| And hold on
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| Been slipping up lately
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| But these sins keep leaping up behind
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| Leaping up behind
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| Keep on your walking
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| Don’t need his wining hands
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| I’ve got my cellphone and the tv news doesn’t help me stand
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| I know a place where you can return to grow
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| When the tide is under you and breaking
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| I am a believer and i’m needing to know
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| 'fore i leave, leave this town again
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| Son, now bring your fortunes here
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| We’ll rise
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| So spend up
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| We could be holy
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| But these sins won’t ever let me go now
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| And hold on
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| Been slipping up lately
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| But these sins keep leaping up behind |
| Leaping up behind. |
| keep on your walking |