Well even in the light of day
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We somehow slipped away
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Into the city down by the lake.
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And just beyond the crowded streets
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We found a place to meet
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Where the grass was greener
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And how we did sing beneath our God.
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(Chorus)
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And the measure of that place
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Was the pleasure on your face
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As the music starts to rise.
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And the sun did fall
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But when the melody was young
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Until the singers all were sung
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The Maker of the skies
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Well He just smiled on.
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And the move was fine.
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Beneath the mountain city walls
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It was a picture of us all
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And our hearts were laughing
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As the band did play.
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Until the music took our feet
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To the motion of the street
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This grass was bluer
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And how we did dance
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On the yellow lines.
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(Chorus)
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When the darkness finally fell
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The mountains cast their spell
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And we were together
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With our eyes upheld
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To the passion in the sky
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Our God and country light
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It's an endless matter.
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And how we did shine,
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How we did shine beneath that light.
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Beneath that light
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Beneath that night.
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(Chorus)
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Lake City
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Bebo Norman |