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| I have | walked, | walked on your | water |
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| And | I | have harden your | sea |
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| I have | known | all of your | children |
| A | D | A | D | |
| Some of your | women love | me |
| Chorus: |
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| I'm like a | rider on a | white horse |
| A | D | |
| I'm like a | rider on a | white horse |
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| I'm going no | where, going no | where |
| A | |
| I've always been | here |
| The dyke the dyke that you're building |
| may hold, hold back the sea |
| but the dyke, the dyke that you're building |
| will never, will never hold back me |
| Chorus |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |