| Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night
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| I stand with arms wide open
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| I’ve run a twisted line
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| I’m a stranger in the eyes of the Maker
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| I could not see for the fog in my eyes
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| I could not feel for the fear in my life
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| From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light
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| Of John Baptist walking to me with the Maker
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| My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
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| I can’t work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away
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| I’m not a stranger in the hands of the Maker
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| Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
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| Standing here with broken wings
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| I have seen the flaming swords
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| There over east of eden
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| Burning in the eyes of the Maker
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| Burning in the eyes of the Maker
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| Burning in the eyes of the Maker
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| Oh, river rise from your sleep
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| Oh, river rise from your sleep
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| Oh, river rise from your sleep |