| Oh, the water’s getting higher than the angel’s fire
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| Oh, the water
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| You can’t rise on the water
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| Because the water’s coming, I know that we’re all gonna die
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| Oh, the water is a-rising over Jesus Christ
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| Oh, the water
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| He can’t walk on the water
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| He just sinks in the water, that nobody’s turning to wine
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| So take me on down
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| My brothers, carry me down
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| My mother, take me on down
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| To the bottom
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| Let the wind carry m home
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| Let the wind carry m home
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| Oh, the water is a-rising over redwood pines
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| Oh, the water
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| All the green of the water
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| And the salt in the water is turning my ashes to brine
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| So take me on down
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| My father, the wind, and the flood
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| And the water, take me on down
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| To the bottom
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| Let the wind carry me home
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| Take me on down
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| In the morning rain and the flood
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| With no warning, carry me down
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| To the bottom
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| Let the wind carry me home
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| Let the wind carry me home
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| And I know that we can raft and swim
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| When the ocean takes us in
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| A-bleed on through, like healing waters do
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| And all the rest of them sinking in |