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Wicked, wicked |
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From the mouth i spout - o lord |
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Don' let these thoughts come out |
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My knees they knock and my feet they fail |
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The thoughts i think i see your face turn pale |
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Take my hand an' you will see - the one in the wayback |
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Take my hand an' you will be the one atop the swayback |
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Your word so pretty |
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Yes i love that sound |
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My heart like a hammer does pound |
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My breath it leaves me to speak it |
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My legs they tremble to the ground |
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Wish i was a bible thumpin' fool |
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Ye from the old school |
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A mind as narrow as the road i walk |
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Always upright when i talk but |
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Take my hand and you will see... |