| Slaves
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| Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
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| Heed
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| To his every word, live in fear
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| Faith
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| Of the unknown one, the deliverer
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| Wait
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| Something must be done, four hundred years
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| So let it be written
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| So let it be done
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| I'm sent here by the chosen one
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| So let it be written
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| So let it be done
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| To kill the first born pharaoh son
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| I'm creeping death
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| Now
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| Let my people go, land of Goshen
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| Go
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| I will be with thee, bush of fire
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| Blood
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| Running red and strong, down the Nile
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| Plague
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| Darkness three days long, hail to fire
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| So let it be written
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| So let it be done
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| I'm sent here by the chosen one
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| So let it be written
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| So let it be done
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| To kill the first born pharaoh son
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| I'm creeping death
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| Die by my hand
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| I creep across the land
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| Killing first-born man
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| Die by my hand
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| I creep across the land
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| Killing first-born man
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| I
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| Rule the midnight air, the destroyer
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| Born
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| I shall soon be there, deadly mass
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| I
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| Creep the steps and floor, final darkness
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| Blood
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| Lamb's blood, painted door, I shall pass
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| So let it be written
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| So let it be done
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| I'm sent here by the chosen one
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| So let it be written
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| So let it be done
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| To kill the first born pharaoh son
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| I'm creeping death |