Wash me clean again
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And take me down in your water
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And try to make me understand
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Cause in this life that I live
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I might have grown a little harder
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But so have these times
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Where we just war with words
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And fight for rights to take a life
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In the name of peace
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But we cannot hide behind our picket fences,
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Abortion lines, and worn defenses
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I don't understand
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Touch and go, it survives
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In this land of our fathers
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The bleeding and the needing
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Are left behind
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You say one name out aloud
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While inside you feel another
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But there is some comfort in pleasing the crowd
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So you just raise your hands up to the sky
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And scream a verse that will make them cry
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But when those politics
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They don't stick around
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Those words fight back
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They'll take you down
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And you won't understand
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So Lord search my soul
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And find the need to break this stone
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And plant a seed and find me
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Find a place for me inside
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Wash Me Clean
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Bebo Norman |