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| Men Who Dream |
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| Captives came back into Zion. |
| From their freedom came a scheme. |
| While the city, it lay in ruins |
| We believe they had a dream. |
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| When our souls, were like the desert, |
| And we stumbled, on the stream. |
| Found revival, in the water, |
| We became like, men who dream. |
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| Yes our mouths, were filled with laughter |
| And our songs rushed, like the stream. |
| Where He washed, our sorrows under, |
| We became like, men who dream. |
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| God has done, great things among us, |
| Every eye now, shines a gleam. |
| Spark of light reveals the wonder, |
| We became like, men who dream. |
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| It shall be said among the nations, |
| “There’s a God who shares our dream.” |
| The Sprit moves our generation |
| Shed your tears, fill the stream. |
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| Women |
| Brothers and sisters, we’re the dreamers |
| Shedding the tears that flood the |
| Flood the thristy waters. |
| Brothers and sisters, we’re the dreamers. |
| Planting the seeds of many, |
| Brothers and sisters, we are |
| Planting the seeds of men who dream. |
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| Men |
| Men who dream |
| We are shedding tears that |
| Flood the thirsty waters |
| Men who dream |
| We are planting the seeds of men who dream |
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| (Slow) |
| So let us go, into the nations, |
| Plunging souls in, in that stream. |
| Singing songs, that stir the angels, |
| We became, like men who dream. |
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