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- Matt Maher The Waiting 歌詞
- Matt Maher
- The evening tide is falling fast
My feet are weary but Im free at last
So meet me in the tomb, my Lord
Come roll away, roll away the stone
And this is the mystery
Death bows to the king of kings
He has overcome the grave
For the sinners and the saints
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