(Steve Curtis)
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Night like a river, banks are steep
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Carry my burden, bury my worry deep
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It's like she told me some time ago
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There's plenty for harvest, then the cold winds blow
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I could live a long, long while on the sweetness of her breath
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And I could die for walking miles, and still not find my rest
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Bound and delivered, I returned
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Tried to forgive her for all the ground we burned
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Maybe tomorrow waters will clear
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Night Like A River
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