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Disc 1
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01.
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Slow Train (Nov. 16, 1979)
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02.
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Gotta Serve Somebody (Nov. 15, 1979)
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03.
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I Believe in You (May 16, 1980)
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04.
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When You Gonna Wake Up? (July 9, 1981)
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05.
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When He Returns (Dec. 5, 1979)
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06.
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Man Gave Names to All the Animals (Jan. 16, 1980)
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07.
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Precious Angel (Nov. 16, 1979)
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08.
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Covenant Woman (Nov. 20, 1979)
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09.
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Gonna Change My Way of Thinking (Jan. 31, 1980)
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10.
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Do Right to Me Baby (Do Unto Others) (Jan. 28, 1980)
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11.
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Solid Rock (Nov. 27, 1979)
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12.
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What Can I Do for You? (Nov. 27, 1979)
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13.
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Saved (Jan. 12, 1980)
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14.
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In the Garden (Jan. 27, 1980)
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Disc 2
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01.
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Slow Train (June 29, 1981)
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02.
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Ain't Gonna Go to Hell for Anybody (Apr. 24, 1980)
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03.
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Gotta Serve Somebody (June 27, 1981)
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04.
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Ain't No Man Righteous, No Not One (Nov. 16, 1979)
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05.
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Saving Grace (Nov. 6, 1979)
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06.
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Blessed Is the Name (Nov. 20, 1979)
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07.
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Solid Rock (Oct. 23, 1981)
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08.
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Are You Ready? (Apr. 30, 1980)
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09.
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Pressing On (Nov. 6, 1979)
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10.
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Shot of Love (July 25, 1981)
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11.
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Dead Man, Dead Man (June 21, 1981)
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12.
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Watered-Down Love (June 12, 1981)
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13.
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In the Summertime (Oct. 21, 1981)
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14.
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The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar (Nov. 13, 1980)
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15.
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Caribbean Wind (Nov. 12, 1980)
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16.
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Every Grain of Sand (Nov. 21, 1981)
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In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
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