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| 1. |
| 5:29 | 
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I wanna make something beautiful for You and from You
To show You, to show You I adore You, oh, You And Your journey towards me which I see and I see All You push through, mad for You and because of You I couldn't thank You in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but You know the soul and You know what makes it gold You who give life through blood Blood, blood, blood, blood, oh, blood, blood Oh, I wanna make something so lovely for You 'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for You With the Bible I stole, I know You forgave my soul Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we're agreed that it should have been free And You sang to me They dress the wounds of My poor people as though they're nothing Saying, peace, peace when there's no peace They dress the wounds of My poor people as though they're nothing Saying, peace when there's no peace Days without number, days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels or a maid her ornaments? Yet my people forgotten Me Days without number, days without number And in their want, oh, in their want and in their want Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll dress their wounds? |
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| 2. |
| 3:56 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:06 |
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| 4. |
| 4:11 |
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| 5. |
| 6:18 |
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| 6. |
| 2:34 |
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| 7. |
| 2:33 |
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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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| 9. |
| 2:53 |
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Whomsoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Live under the protection of the Shaddai I say of my Lord that He is my fortress That He is my own love in whom I trust He will save you from the fowler's trap And He will save you from any Babylon crap He will lift you all up in His wings And you'll find refuge underneath those things And His truth will be your shield and rampart So you need not fear what come looking for you in the dark And you need not fear what come looking for you in the day And you need not fear what take everybody else away Ten thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right But it can't come near you 'cause you're dealing with the Most High And He will send His angels to mind you And they will lift you all up so that you Don't strike your foot against no stone Don't strike your foot against no stone Against no stone Against no stone And His truth will be your shield and rampart So you need not fear what come looking for you in the dark And you need not fear what come looking for you in the day And you need not fear what take everybody else away Ten thousand may fall |
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| 10. |
| 3:39 |
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By the rivers of Babylon where I sat down
There I wept when I remembered Zion By the rivers of Babylon where I sat down There I wept when I remembered Zion There on the poplars I broke my guitar Because my tormentors required songs Songs of where I'm from, songs of where I'm from Oh, songs of Zion If I forget You, O Jah May both of my hands wither And may my mouth freeze If I forget how I felt at Your feet If I forget You, O Jah May both of my hands wither May my mouth freeze If I forget how I knelt at Your feet By the rivers of Babylon where I sat down There I wept when I remembered Zion By the rivers of Babylon where I sat down There I wept when I remembered Zion By the rivers, rivers of Babylon By the rivers, rivers of Babylon By the rivers, rivers of Babylon By the rivers, rivers of Babylon |
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| 11. |
| 0:44 |
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| 1. |
| 5:15 |
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I wanna make something beautiful for You and from You
To show You, to show You I adore You, oh, You And Your journey towards me which I see and I see All You push through, mad for You and because of You I couldn't thank You in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but You know the soul and You know what makes it gold You who give life through blood Blood, blood, blood, blood, oh, blood, blood Oh, I wanna make something so lovely for You 'Cause I promised that's what I'd do for You With the Bible I stole, I know You forgave my soul Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we're agreed that it should have been free And You sang to me They dress the wounds of My poor people as though they're nothing Saying, peace, peace when there's no peace They dress the wounds of My poor people as though they're nothing Saying, peace when there's no peace Days without number, days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels or a maid her ornaments? Yet my people forgotten Me Days without number, days without number And in their want, oh, in their want and in their want Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll dress their wounds? |
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| 2. |
| 4:25 |
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| 3. |
| 5:03 |
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| 4. |
| 2:43 |
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| 5. |
| 3:31 |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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| 7. |
| 6:34 |
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| 8. |
| 4:56 |
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| 9. |
| 3:18 |
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| 10. |
| 5:34 |
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Whomsoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Live under the protection of the Shaddai I say of my Lord that He is my fortress That He is my own love in whom I trust He will save you from the fowler's trap And He will save you from any Babylon crap He will lift you all up in His wings And you'll find refuge underneath those things And His truth will be your shield and rampart So you need not fear what come looking for you in the dark And you need not fear what come looking for you in the day And you need not fear what take everybody else away Ten thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right But it can't come near you 'cause you're dealing with the Most High And He will send His angels to mind you And they will lift you all up so that you Don't strike your foot against no stone Don't strike your foot against no stone Against no stone Against no stone And His truth will be your shield and rampart So you need not fear what come looking for you in the dark And you need not fear what come looking for you in the day And you need not fear what take everybody else away Ten thousand may fall |
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| 11. |
| 4:28 |
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By the rivers of Babylon where I sat down
There I wept when I remembered Zion By the rivers of Babylon where I sat down There I wept when I remembered Zion There on the poplars I broke my guitar Because my tormentors required songs Songs of where I'm from, songs of where I'm from Oh, songs of Zion If I forget You, O Jah May both of my hands wither And may my mouth freeze If I forget how I felt at Your feet If I forget You, O Jah May both of my hands wither May my mouth freeze If I forget how I knelt at Your feet By the rivers of Babylon where I sat down There I wept when I remembered Zion By the rivers of Babylon where I sat down There I wept when I remembered Zion By the rivers, rivers of Babylon By the rivers, rivers of Babylon By the rivers, rivers of Babylon By the rivers, rivers of Babylon |
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