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consider me one load of light
deliver me from angry might
deliver me from bitter hate
deliver me to heaven's gate
i don't want to be late
the river we are washing in
deliver me to wash my sins
deliver me in water sound
deliver me where i'll drown
and wash up found
tuck me in under starry skies
lay me down in a bed of lies
they told me that i can't (i can)
they told me that i should not try
now tell me why
my finger points up to the moon
deliver light as we commune
to see my finger is out of tune
deliver me tonight too soon
don't make me immune