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I can't give up I heard him say, the day he left |
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Fadin' footsteps on hot cement |
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I don't know where he went, but he left in a hurry |
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Sayin' somehing about a mission of mercy |
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Mama hasn't been sleepin' well at all |
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As she lies stretched out in the hall |
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Waiting for him to call |
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Now the mercy of his missioon still isn't quite clear |
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A different angle than what it would appear |
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I don't know where he went, but he left in a hurry |
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He sayin' something about a mission of mercy |
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Mama hasn't been sleepin' well at all |
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As she lies stretched out in the hall |
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Waiting for him to . . . |
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Call us please someday |
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At least you could explain |
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Call us please someday |
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I never knew mercy could feel this way |
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Mama hasn't been sleepin' well at all |
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As she lies stretched out in the hall |
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Doesn't seem like my mama at all |
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She's waiting for him to . . . |
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Call us please someday |
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At least you could explain |
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Call us please someday |
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I never knew mercy could feel this way |
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I never knew mercy could feel this way |
