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The fading light comes passing low
With the living done now down below
He stands me long in blackened ground
And the hands grown strong now make no sound
Broken and it’s closing time
I’ve thrown it all in just to stay alive
And the good son done left me dry
I’ve worked to believe I’ve worked to die
And the cold rain comes dancing on
Leave me standing broken and I’m fading off
Jesus let me tell you son
I’m running to your heaven can’t you hear me coming
In the bright light’s been fading off
Preacher tell me son I got to pay to talk
Sweet lord come carry me
They’ve failed to impress and I can’t believe
And I ain’t never seen no other lord
He grind my bones to save my soul
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