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City On The Hill 
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de Casting Crowns
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Did you hear of the city on a hill?
Said one old man to the other
It bright and it be shining still
But they all started turning on each other
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the thought the poets were weak
And the saw the ones as foolish
And the rich man never heard the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
With their made up to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the city on a hill
The on a hill
Each one that knew better
But there were different by design
of together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With their made up minds to it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
And the world is searchin' still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That the soldiers strength to fight
It was the of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
That the soldiers strength to fight
It is the fire of the ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told...
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
One by one, will we run away?
our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The on a hill
Come home
And the Father's calling still
Come home
To the city on the hill
Come home
Said one old man to the other
It bright and it be shining still
But they all started turning on each other
You see the poets thought the dancers were shallow
And the thought the poets were weak
And the saw the ones as foolish
And the rich man never heard the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
With their made up to leave it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the city on a hill
The on a hill
Each one that knew better
But there were different by design
of together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With their made up minds to it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
And the world is searchin' still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
That gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That the soldiers strength to fight
It was the of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
That the soldiers strength to fight
It is the fire of the ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told...
One by one, will we run away?
With our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
One by one, will we run away?
our made up minds to leave it all behind
As the light begins to fade
In the city on a hill?
The on a hill
Come home
And the Father's calling still
Come home
To the city on the hill
Come home
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