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I put my hand on that stage

Maybe it was the same as the dream

Cause I did speak there

To a large crowd

And I asked you to do it

And I meant it

And I know you came down

And I felt like cool water

Was me for days

Even through the airport

Of the following

And I don’t know why

My theology is wrecked

It’s almost like the smell

Of fresh paint

That overpowers

Every stink in the room

I just know that You did for me

Something that was greater

Than the greatest great

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