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January 07 There is a riverThere is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of your tears are the wages for things you've done And all of those nights
Spent alone in the darkness of your mind Give it up
Let go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of those tears love will atone So give up the right
To control the waves that empty out your life Above wild skies Are the rays that break the shadows we design Give it up
Let go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder Give it up Let go
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of these things love will atone I know the world can turn in different ways
Most of the time we're simply hanging on And under the signs of how we all behave We might find the place where we belong There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of these things love will atone For all of those nights you cried all alone
All of your tears, love will atone Artist: Jars of Clay
Album: Good Monsters |
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