Tired of walking through the same old places
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Surrounded by demons and evil faces
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I get somewhere up above where grace is
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Watching over me
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I dreamt that we were chasing horses
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In the devil's field where heaven's forces
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Fell by the one new voices course
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For praying on and on
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And all my days of letting me here
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But the still of the boy full of fear
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As fire is burning and we draw near
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Into the place we were before
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And every step I seem to take
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Dark water's flows inside its wake
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Brace myself for the undertaker
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He's tapping on my door
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Guess we'll never know
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Where our bodies go
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After we are through
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Still holding on to you
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Beneath the bridge of many pastors
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With a river wide and clear as glass
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Help slow down the time that passes
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Buried in my days
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Maybe you don't know me at
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Like a gambler before he places his bet
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Queen of hearts inside his gesture
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That we threw it all away
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We never face the truth
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And darkness guide to you
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Until you disappear
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And fell into your fears
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Tired of walking through the same old places
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Surrounded by demons and evil faces
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I get somewhere up above where grace is
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Watching over me
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Chasing Horses
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| The Wilderness of Manitoba |
