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Slaves Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh Heed To his every word, live in fear Faith Of the unknown one, the deliverer Wait Something must be done, four hundred years So let be written So let be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let be written So let be done To kill the first born pharaoh son I'm creeping death Now Let my people go, land of goshen Go I will be with thee, bush of fire Blood Running red and strong, down the nile Plague Darkness three days long, hail to fire
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