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He's Hear

The shadows are pleading That come from the sky The sun is not shining The clouds start to cry The ocean is growling Something's amiss When the wind started blowing It's powerful kiss I'm in the drink Surrounded by fear Shouting for GOD Hoping he'll hear Backed in a corner A jam,now I'm spun If he does'nt hear me I'll start calling his son Then on the horizon It started to pear Land up ahead And a voice I could hear I heard you the first time And the the second one Even when you started....callin my son The very next time you get in a jam I'll always be hear....you know who I am

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