| Sweet silver angels over the sea
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| please come down flying low for me One time I trusted a stranger
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| 'cause I heard his sweet song
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| And it was gently enticing me though there was something wrong
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| When I turned he was gone
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| Blinding me his song remains reminding me he’s a bandit and a heartbreaker
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| Oh but Jesus was a crossmaker
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| Blinding me his song remains reminding me he’s a bandit and a heartbreaker
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| Oh but Jesus was a crossmaker
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| He wages war with the devil
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| a pistol by his side
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| And though he chases him out my window and
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| won’t give him a place to hide
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| He keeps his door open wide
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| Fighting him
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| he lights a lamp inviting him
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| He’s a bandit and a heartbreaker
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| oh but Jesus was a crossmaker
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| Blinding me his song remains reminding me he’s a bandit and a heartbreaker
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| Oh but Jesus was a crossmaker
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| I hear the thunder come rumbling
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| the light never looked so dim
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| I see the junction get nearer
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| and danger’s in the wind
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| and either road’s looking grim
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| Hiding me I flee desire’s dividing me He’s a bandit and a heartbreaker
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| Oh but Jesus was a crossmaker
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| Yeah but Jesus was a crossmaker |