| Well, I found your hands held at last
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| With a grip of iron.
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| When the rain began, I fall up on the fire.
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| And I’ve been on the seeds were sawn,
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| Our world began and changed
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| And the rain became a hurricane in time.
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| Best years of my life have passed me by
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| A taste so bittersweet I could cry.
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| See the river rising right before our eyes,
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| Grip the new horizon and let the river rise.
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| We break the heat, cry in the street, the Lord’s forgotten
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| And we prayed we’d never see the light again.
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| As the world moved on we sang freedom songs, Hallelujag.
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| And the promise of a spring have finally come.
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| Changes come in waves across the dessert
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| So let the water wash the past away.
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| See the river rising right before our eyes,
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| Grip the new horizon and let the river rise,
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| Let the river rise.
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| See the river rising right before our eyes,
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| Grip the new horizon and let the river rise. |