| Heat haze rising
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| On hell’s own hill
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| You wake up this morning
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| It took an act of will
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| You walk through the night
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| To get here today
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| To bring your children
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| To give them away
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| Oh… oh this cruel sun
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| Is daylight never done
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| Cruelty just begun
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| To make a shadow of everyone
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| And if the rain came
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| And if the rain came
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| Souls bent over without a breeze
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| Blankets on burning trees
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| I am sick without disease
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| Nobility on it’s knees
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| And if the rain came
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| And if the rain came… now
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| Would it wash us all away
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| On a wave of sorrow
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| Wave
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| On a wave of sorrow
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| Where now the holy cities?
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| Where the ancient holy scrolls?
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| Where now Emperor Menelek?
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| And the Queen of Sheba’s gold
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| You’re my bride, you wear her crown
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| And on your finger precious stones
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| As every good thing now been sold
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| Son, of shepherd boy, now king
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| What wisdom can you bring?
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| What lyric would you sing?
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| Where is the music of the Seraphim?
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| And if the rain came
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| And if the rain came… now
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| Would it wash us all away
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| On a wave of sorrow
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| Wave
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| A wave of sorrow
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| Wave
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| Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt
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| For they shall inherit what’s left of the earth
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| Blessed are the kings who’ve left their thrones
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| They are buried in this valley of dry bones
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| Blessed all of you with an empty heart
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| For you got nothing from which you cannot part
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| Blessed is the ego
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| It’s all we got this hour
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| Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power
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| Blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight
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| She used what she got
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| To save her children’s life
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| Blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a scream
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| Blessed are the stupid who can dream
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| Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums
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| Blessed is the spirit that overcomes |