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I surely knew it was a trap ye |
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Yet my hands they would not listen |
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I shoulda known your word was flap |
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Comin' out all sweet an drippin' |
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O so where could i go - yes but to the lord |
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I been to your house an' see what you adore |
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I left there stiff - stiff as a board |
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Where could i go but to the lord |
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When will i hurt for heaven's sake |
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When will i suffer for the sake of heaven |
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All my love well it is madness |
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Freely given to you folks with gladness |
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I will not live and die - no not by the sword |
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I am weak without the joy of the lord |
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Taste and see that the lord is good |
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Let's bend our knees like we know we should |
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We can't see clear - our eyes are made of wood |
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Taste and see boy that the lord is good |
