| Wonderin' how to cross the river
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| On a cold and windy night
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| With the water ragin' higher
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| By the moon’s shinin' light
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| Suddenly a man stepped forward
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| And he looked at all around
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| He said, «We all must cross this river
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| We all stand on common ground»
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| Though I was standin' amongst strangers
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| I did not know their names
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| I realized they were with me
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| And our journey was the same
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| As he spoke out loud, I looked around me
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| I could see they knew it, too
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| We would cross or die together
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| No one man could make it through
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| There was shelter across the river
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| Across the water deep and black
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| As a storm moved in behind us
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| There was no way to turn back
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| So I stepped right up beside him
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| And took one last look around
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| That before my eyes I realized
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| We all stand on common ground
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| We all stand on common ground
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| So many years have come and gone
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| Since we crossed that river wide
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| When I look back on that night
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| It still moves me so inside
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| This world today is like that river
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| Its water cold and black
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| We all must cross together
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| For there is no turnin' back
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| For the mountain high or a city street
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| It’s the same old world below our feet
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| It’s time to wake up, people, and take a look around
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| We all stand on common ground
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| It’s time for every woman and every man
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| And hold the future in our hands
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| Wake up and look around
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| We all stand on common ground
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| We all stand on common ground |