by David Crowder
| Intro |
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| I | 've been held by the | Sa - vior |
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| I | 've felt fire from a | bove |
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| I | 've been down to the | river | Oh... |
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| I a | in't the same, a pro | digal re | turned |
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| I'm no stranger to the pr | i - son |
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| I've worn shackles and cha | ins |
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| Bu | t I've been freed and f | or - given |
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| And I'm not | going back, I'll | never be the | same |
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| That's why I sing |
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| There's a kind of thing that just | breaks a man |
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| Break him down to his | knees |
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| God, I've been broken more than a | time two; |
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| Then, He p | icked me up and s | howed me what it | means to be a man |
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| I've been | washed.. washed by th | e blood |