I raised my glass toward heaven
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On that night that she was born
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Praised your name and gave you thanks
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And I bought the house a round
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She came like a thief of glory
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Stole my pain and gave me life
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These tears I thought were long, long gone
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Fell like rivers from my eyes
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Was that you walking over the water
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When the sunlight that came pouring through the cracks
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Was that you shining in the face my a daughter
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Never thought you¡¯d come again to take me back
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Raised my eyes toward heaven
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She was floatin¡¯ down our stairs
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Backpack and a bright red skirt
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And a river of long black hair
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He came like a thief of glory
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And he stole her heart that day
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Ever since she started crawlin¡¯
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I always knew she¡¯d sail away
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Was that you walking over the water
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Well, I watched my baby slippin¡¯ through the cracks
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Walked the isle and gave away my daughter
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Never thought there¡¯d come a day she would look back
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Raised my fist toward heaven
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From that dark forsaken road
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Blue lights flashed on broken glass
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The siren left me cold
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He came like a thief of glory
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And he left a finger prints
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Should I thank you, should I blame you
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In a storm that won¡¯t relent
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Was that you walking over the water
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While the ocean came pouring through the cracks
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Was that you calling out Adam¡¯s daughter
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I never thought you¡¯d come again to take her back
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You always said you¡¯d come again to take us back
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Ooooo Ooooo
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Ooooo Ooooo
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Walking Over The Water
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Mat Kearney |