I¡¯ve been building my house in vain
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With bricks of lies and stones of pain
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Out on the sandy floods that flood in the rain
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I am not waiting anymore
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I¡¯m waiting to thank Lord
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God¡¯s chosen child, bloody from the roam
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This bitterness was killing me all along
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I am not waiting anymore
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I spent a lifetime of noise
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Trying to tell my story
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Burrowed in the darkness
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Like Peter, waiting for the moment
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He who goes out weeping
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Carrying seed to soul
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Turns red songs of joy
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And a bundling life to show
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I have read between the lines
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I have been wrong every time
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It¡¯s burned up on the altar but I am fine
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I am not waiting anymore
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I am not waiting anymore
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I am not waiting anymore
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I Am Not Waiting Anymore
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The Blind Boys of Alabama |