| Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
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| Ain’t nowhere to go when, it’s trouble on the prowl
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| Move for the sake of not standing still
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| Who’s gonna save us? |
| I guess if God can he will
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| Taught me to pray but, never trained me to swim
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| Beast of the nature; |
| leverage can’t keep him in
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| Float with the hopeful, 'til it starts sinkin' in
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| Maybe we were chosen, to lead the saints in the march in
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| Every indication tellin' me
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| We beheld the face of the devil the
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| Ancient letters have been and spelled it out
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| On the vellum, this hell is heavenly
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| In the inundation a revelry
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| Let the wave of grace envelope me
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| Well of emancipation, seldom I’ve felt as selfish
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| No help I fell out of zealotry
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| All the messages heeded 'em
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| Freely left the rest to be with them
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| My level of obedience is seen in the seasons
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| Freeze within the reaches of freedom
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| See the incredulous seekin' him
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| Speakin' the ineffable, kneelin'
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| Every seed in the legion cede allegiance
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| In the final breaths of death they’re breathin'
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| Hush, I ain’t never told you to trust in
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| Nothin' other than
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| What you can hold, clutch — that’s just
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| Dust under the muslin
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| Then I rose, lips sealed eyes closed
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| Stripped these soaked clothes
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| Every stitch goes, I’mma be revealed
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| I’mma see the real get exposed
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| In the wind a wish blows
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| What kind of men are content to live with those?
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| I dig rows of holes for seeds
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| Who I’mma feed with fishes and loaves?
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| I am perfectly merciless
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| Versus the purposeless murderous
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| I am worthy, not worthless — I deserve this
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| I am worthy, not worthless — I deserve this
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| Je suis passé avec Dieu
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| Je suis passé avec Dieu |