| Raise a living thing from nothing
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| Then I will know for myself who you are
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| Clothed in skin a pile of dry bones
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| Then I will know for myself who you are
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| I will feel breath come into my body
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| Then I’ll know just who you are
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| Raise a living thing from nothing
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| Clothed in skin a pile of dry bones
|
| Then I will know for myself who you are
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| Raise a living thing from nothing
|
| Clothed in skin a pile of dry bones
|
| I will feel breath come into my body
|
| Then I will know for myself who you are
|
| Raise a living thing from nothing
|
| Clothed in skin a pile of dry bones
|
| I will feel breath come into my body
|
| Then I will know for myself who you are
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| Then I will know for myself
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| You are who you say you are
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| Clothed in skin a pile of dry bones
|
| Then I will know for myself who you are
|
| Raise a living thing from nothing
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| I will feel breath come into my body
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| I will know for myself who you are
|
| Then I will know for myself
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| Then I will know
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| Then I will know who you are
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| Then I will know for myself |