I was swimming in the cool waters of an oasis
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I was swimming in a mirage
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I was wondering just where this road would take us
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It's the same one that we have been on
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From the city of Bosra to Jerusalem
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From the West into the East
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Only one more sacrifice
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Then we'll finally get us all some peace
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The man behind the man behind the curtain is working
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Pulling levers by his crystal ball
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He's plowing the fields for crysanthemums
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Waiting for the sun to fall
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He threw a bone to the starving faithful
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They got down on their knees
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The man behind the man behind the curtain is talking
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But he never betrays what he thinks
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Silver reflection
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Cherry Blossom Baptism
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Silver reflection
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Cherry Blossom Baptism
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Now that the rose
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Is gone from the garden
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What will we do
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With the thorn?
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Silver reflection
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Cherry Blossom Baptism
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If I went down
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To the river of Jordan
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Just to bathe my wearisome soul
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If I could just touch the hem of his garment
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Well then I know he'd take me home
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To see the water in the river boil
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To see the city consumed by fire
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To see the man's cast shadow scorched into the Earth
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And flies buzzing in the air like a funeral choir
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Silver reflection
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Cherry Blossom Baptism
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Silver reflection
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Cherry Blossom Baptism
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Now that the rose
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Is gone from the garden
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What will we do
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With the thorn grown on the grove?
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Silver reflection
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Cherry Blossom Baptism
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Cherry Blossom Baptism
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