The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod
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The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God
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For all those who have eyes and all those who have ears
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It is only He who can reduce me to tears
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Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
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Like a thief in the night, he'll replace wrong with right
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When he returns.
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Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that is passes through
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He unreleased His power at an unknown hour that no one knew
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How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice ?
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How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness ?
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Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride ?
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Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease
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Until He returns ?
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Surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground, take off your mask
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He sees your deeds, He knows your needs even before you ask
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How long can you falsily and deny what is real ?
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How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal ?
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Of every earthly plan that be known to man, He is unconcerned
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He's got plans of his own to set up His throne
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When He return.
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When He Returns
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| Bob Dylan |
