Some saints have fallen from on high
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Through cold stained glass
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The fire's calling
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Crawling down the burning match
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Gold fires
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The wicked bells they crash
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No grave
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To save me from my haunted past
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Hey man, I know where the river goes
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Hey man, you will reap what you sow
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You can't find a way to take your heart
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And make it fly away
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So you can live another day without this pain
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Better to've loved and lost
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Than to never've loved at all
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That's what they say
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A black heart is gonna pay for what's it's done
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Way down
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Upon the cold, cold ground
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Come down
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The water's raging out
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Hey man, I know where the river goes
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Hey man, you will reap what you sow
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Hey man, I know where the river goes
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Hey man, you will reap what you sow
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Hey man, I know where the river goes
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Where The River Goes
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| Zac Brown Band |
