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I met the seventh sonHe came for everyoneThe day he heard the lightning in the fieldI heard him clear his throatThe fork within the roadThat night that Tallahatchie took the wheelI've been throwing knivesTo see just where they'll landNow my world is in your handsSend in the congregationOpen your eyes, step in the lightA jukebox generationJust as you wereThe voice upon the stageIs the heart inside a cageAnd it's singing like a bluebird in the roundThere's mystery in this woodAnd ghosts within these rootsAnd it tangled deep beneath this southern groundI've been going through lifeMaking foolish plansNow my world is in your handsSend in the congregationOpen your eyes, step in the lightA jukebox generationJust as you were, right?Just as you wereJust as you were, alrightAnd you need blind faithNo false hope, no false hopeDo you have blind faith?No false hope, no false hopeWhere is your blind faith?No false hope, no false hopeOpen your eyes, open your eyesStep into the lightOpen your eyes, step into the lightThe sound becomes congregationCongregationCongregationAnd they're singing like a bluebird in the round
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