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He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in |
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She said "I'm a teacher here. I teach the children." |
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And he wondered to himself there and then the things he could learn from her |
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The great mighty wonder |
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I think of the names you once called me in anger |
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I remember the sadness in Florence Ballard's eyes |
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Imagine all the melancholy you could find in the arms of a stranger |
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Come, come all ye faithful |
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Seems like nothing goes right |
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For the world that we were born in |
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But the horizon is bright |
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Because yonder comes the morning |
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Upstairs they're buying a stairway to heaven |
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And down in the garden they're changing sticks into snakes |
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And the jangle of religious medals would put |
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The fear of God into an angel |
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Bread, bread of heaven |
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It looks like a drift to the right |
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For the world we were born in |
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Oh, but the horizon is bright |
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Because yonder comes the morning |
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It looks like a drift to the right |
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For the world we were born in |
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Oh, but the horizon is bright |
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Because yonder comes the morning |