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City On The Hill 
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de Casting Crowns
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Did you of the city on a hill?
Said one old man to the other
It shined bright and it would be shining still
But they all turning on each other
You see the poets thought the dancers shallow
And the thought the poets were weak
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
And the rich man never heard the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
their up to leave it all behind
And the began to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
Each one thought they knew better
But there different by design
Instead of standing strong together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With their made up to it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the on a hill
The city on a hill
And the world is searchin' still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That gave the soldiers to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That needed be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
gives the soldiers to fight
It is the fire of the young 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?
With our made up minds to 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 shined bright and it would be shining still
But they all turning on each other
You see the poets thought the dancers shallow
And the thought the poets were weak
And the elders saw the young ones as foolish
And the rich man never heard the poor man speak
And one by one they ran away
their up to leave it all behind
And the began to fade
In the city on a hill
The city on a hill
Each one thought they knew better
But there different by design
Instead of standing strong together
They let their differences divide
And one by one they ran away
With their made up to it all behind
And the light began to fade
In the on a hill
The city on a hill
And the world is searchin' still
But it was the rhythm of the dancers
gave the poets life
It was the spirit of the poets
That gave the soldiers to fight
It was the fire of the young ones
It was the wisdom of the old
It was the story of the poor man
That needed be told...
It is the rhythm of the dancers
That gives the poets life
It is the spirit of the poets
gives the soldiers to fight
It is the fire of the young 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?
With our made up minds to 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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