The chosen ones are walking through the new desert
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All the way uptown to Riverside
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The faces of the fathers
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They look a lot like mine
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But I watch them from across the great divide
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Today they have all been forgiven
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Washed clean before another year begins
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Me I'm playing in the park with my children
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And I pray that they forgive my sins
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This is my sanctuary
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On this High Holy Day
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I lay down the burdens I carry
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In my sanctuary
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The forgotten ones
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Were screaming from the rooftops
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A thousand souls had all been washed away
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Everyone was told
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The levees wouldn't hold
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Now the mourners are marching everyday
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And the music keeps rights on playing
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'Cause of all the places water wouldn't fall
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It wasn't the churches or the chapels
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It was down at the Preservation Hall
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"This is my sanctuary"
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You could almost hear the ghost of some old trumpet player say
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"Lay down the burdens you carry
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In my sanctuary"
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The chosen ones are all still searching
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Waiting for the savior to appear
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While you and me
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We congregate in mystery
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And I listen to you whisper in my ear
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This is my sanctuary
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Brothers and sisters let us pray
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I lay down the burdens I carry
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In my sanctuary
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My Sanctuary
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Marc Cohn |