Down here in the valley
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Every shadow You see
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Has its own story
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Down here in the valley
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Every puddle of mud
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Comes from tears and blood
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And it's so hard just to get warm
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That the chill turns into despair
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Will You lift me up with tender care?
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Will You wash me clean in the palm of Your hand?
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Will You hold me close so I can thrive?
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When You touch me, that's when I know I'm alive
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Down here in the valley
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Nothing's able to grow
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'Cause the light's too low
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Folks spend their days
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Digging 'round for diamonds and gold
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'Til they just get old
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And they don't know anything else
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They don't know they're breathing bad air
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But I'm tired of living like this
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And my soul cries out, "If You're there...
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Call me up to Your side
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Draw me up to Your light
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Let it blind me
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Lord, refine me
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Refine me out of my mind
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Thrive
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