Staring at the shoreline
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Wishing for some hope
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The weight of empty fishing nets
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Is more than twisted rope
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And underneath stern faces
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They wait with baited breath
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With broken hearts from hoping
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While casting out their nets
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See the figure on the shore
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He speaks His words like plain men sing
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His hands they still have holes in them
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Glory to the King
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Chorus:
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Can you hear the bells are ringing
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Far, far, away?
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Can you hear the voices singing
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Far, far, away?
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I know that one day soon a song shall rise
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You'll hear it with the sleep still in your eyes
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And Peter was a liar
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A traitor just like me
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And Judas was a hypocrite
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And Paul a Pharisee
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When truth can be so distant
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And hope evades our reach
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Peter swam across the water
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And found it on the beach
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I hear they'll hang you upside down
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Stretched across two boards
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For hearing distant voices
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And crossing to the Lord.
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Far Far Away
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| Five Iron Frenzy |
