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Текст (слова) песни: Caedmon`s Call - Hands Of The Potter
Lord if i`m the clay Then i`ve been left out in the sun Cracked and dry, like the mud from the sty Still clinging to the prodigal son
But I`m on my way back home Yes I`m on my way back home
Into the hands (into the hands) That made wine (wine) from the water Into the hands (into the hands) The hands of the potter
Lord if i`m the clay then Let your living water flow Soften up my edges, lord, So everyone will know
But i`m on my way back home Yes i`m on my way back home
And Lord, when you listen for the song of my life Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet Let it be...
Lord, if i`m the clay then lay me down On your spinning wheel Shape me into something you can fill With something real
And I`ll be on my way back home Yes i`m on my way back home
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