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*** Autor textu: Tobin Bawinkel *** Autor hudby: Flatfoot 56
Like a tree without its branches
like a fire without a light
You’re a battle weary soldier
who is running from the fight
Like a ship without an anchor
you’re a boat without a crew
You hide the light inside you as
you’re whoring out the truth
On the outside you’re pretty
on the inside you’re drenched
In the blood of the anointed
in the wound of the oppressed
Fill your cup full of sorrows
as you soil the master’s clothes
You were faithful at the wedding feast
but now wasted in the road
Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect
You defy your maker, is there one you respect?
Like a city on a hill you are tattered and torn
You defy your Maker in your return to the scorn
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Put life to your footsteps, put spine to your feet
Will you make your decision are you chaff or are you wheat?
Will you rise or will you fall
will you stand or will you crawl
Will you be the ones
He's called you to be or turn away and run, I say No
Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect
You defy your maker, is there one you respect?
Like a city on a hill you are tattered and torn,
You defy your Maker in your return to the scorn.
