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When I was back there in seminary school, There was a person there |
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Who put forth the proposition, That you can petition the Lord with prayer |
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Petition the lord with prayer, Petition the lord with prayer |
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You cannot petition the lord with prayer! |
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Can you give me sanctuary, I must find a place to hide, A place for me to hide |
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Can you find me soft asylum, I can't make it anymore, The Man is at the door |
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Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, Champion sax and a girl named Sandy |
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There's only four ways to get unraveled, One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da |
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One is a bandit up in the hills, One is to love your neighbor 'till |
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His wife gets home |
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Catacombs, Nursery bones, Winter women, Growing stones |
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Carrying babies, To the river |
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Streets and shoes, Avenues, Leather riders |
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Selling news, The monk bought lunch |
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Ha ha, he bought a little, Yes, he did, Woo! |
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This is the best part of the trip, This is the trip, the best part |
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I really like, What'd he say?, Yeah!, Yeah, right! |
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Pretty good, huh, Huh!, Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number |
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Successful hills are here to stay, Everything must be this way |
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Gentle streets where people play, Welcome to the Soft Parade |
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All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave |
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Must be something else we say, Somehow to defend this place |
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Everything must be this way, Everything must be this way, yeah |
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The Soft Parade has now begun, Listen to the engines hum |
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People out to have some fun, A cobra on my left |
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Leopard on my right, yeah |
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The deer woman in a silk dress, Girls with beads around their necks |
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Kiss the hunter of the green vest, Who has wrestled before |
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With lions in the night |
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Out of sight!, The lights are getting brighter |
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The radio is moaning, Calling to the dogs |
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There are still a few animals, Left out in the yard |
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But it's getting harder, To describe sailors, To the underfed |
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Tropic corridor, Tropic treasure |
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What got us this far, To this mild equator? |
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We need someone or something new |
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Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon |
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Callin' on the dogs, Callin' on the dogs |
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Oh, it's gettin' harder, Callin' on the dogs |
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Callin' in the dogs, Callin' all the dogs, Callin' on the gods |
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You gotta meet me, Too late, baby |
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Slay a few animals, At the crossroads, Too late |
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All in the yard, But it's gettin' harder, By the crossroads |
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You gotta meet me, Oh, we're goin', we're goin great |
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At the edge of town, Tropic corridor, Tropic treasure |
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Havin' a good time, Got to come along, What got us this far |
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To this mild equator?, Outskirts of the city, You and I |
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We need someone new, Somethin' new, Somethin' else to get us through |
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Better bring your gun, Better bring your gun |
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Tropic corridor, Tropic treasure, We're gonna ride and have some fun |
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When all else fails, We can whip the horse's eyes |
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And make them sleep, And cry |