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No sir I won't follow right into your grave |
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Since I've seen your true face, all I do is shake |
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Once you took my mother far away from me |
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But I know her sweet soul is where it ought to be |
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No sir I won't walk you to your fancy car |
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I will take the small road, wich leads me very far |
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You can do whatever is written long ago |
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Drive up to the hilltop to choose right from wrong |
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They are the center of me |
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As they bestow me with glory |
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Patiently I'll walk home, waiting for that day |
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The day that I will meet her again with my dear lord |
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'Cause I've found me a saviour, that reaches out to me |
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Both will be there waiting with all who are dear to me |
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They are the center of me |
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As they bestow me with glory |
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I know they're waiting for me |
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When their spirits surround me |