The Call
heavy hand
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I feel the heavy hand of truth upon me
I feel the deadly sin of pride
It separates the highest form the lowly
It separates love from you and I
I hear the taunting voice of sure temptation
I hear the rantings of a child
An inner voice telling me I'm nothing
The voice is mine, subject to the lie
Heavy hand on heart
Healing words to impart
Heavy hand on my throat
This is no dream this is no dream
I see the haunting glow of pure surrender
A shapeless light reveals the hidden vow
I can see the countless sons of thunder
With their knowing eyes circling around me
I feel divisions in this crowd
Heavy hand on my heart
Healing word to impart
Heavy hand on my throat
This is no dream, this is no joke
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- Tribute to Michael Been
- Reconciled
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- Into The Woods
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- 20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: The Best...
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- The Music of The Call 1982-1997
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- 13 Reasons Why (A Netflix Original Series Soundtrack)
- The Best of The Call
- Love in Flames
- Let the Night Begin: Live in Berklee
- Chart Toppers: Rock Hits of the 80s
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