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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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