| 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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| It was gently enticing me But there was something wrong
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| And when I turned
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| 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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| My Jesus was a cross maker
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| Sweet silver angels over the sea
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| Please come down flying low for me He wages war with the devil
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| With a pistol by His side
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| He’s always chasing him out of windows
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| And He won’t give him a place to hide
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| But he keeps His door
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| 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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| My Jesus was a cross maker
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| Yeah, Jesus was a cross maker
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| (here's a verse Ms. Sill wrote, which Warren leaves out:
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| maybe he thought he had enough thunder on this record, already:
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| I heard the thunder come rumblin'
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| The light never looked so dim
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| I see the junction git nearer
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| and danger is in the wind
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| And either road’s lookin’grim
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| Hidin’me, I flee, desire dividin’me
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| He’s a bandit and a heartbreaker.
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| Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker
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| Yes, Jesus was a cross maker) |