| I’m on my way, across the river
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| I’m on my way, to the other side
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| But I can’t compel the ground that shivers
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| Or salvation for you and I
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| I’ve been fighting, I’ve been dreaming
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| Our world that colides
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| With every word, that has been written
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| And every rights, that make people blind
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| But when I hear the voice of angels
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| When I hear light strikes far
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| I will fall down on my kness
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| Them I see, the reason why
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| Down in my bones, I got this felling
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| That doesn’t speak well, within my eyes
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| But it gives me peace, gives could
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| It rest my soul, just for a while
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| But when I hear the voice of angels
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| When I hear light strikes far
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| I will fall down on my kness
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| Them I see, the reason why
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| I know my way, across the river
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| I know my way to the other side
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| But I can not call for more than me them
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| I can not get you throgh the sky
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| But when I hear the voice of angels
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| When I hear light strikes far
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| I will fall down on my kness
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| But when I hear the voice of angels
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| When I hear light strikes far
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| I will fall down on my kness
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| Them I see, the reason why |