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Momma, please tell me truly |
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Even though life ain't what it should be |
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Where can |
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I go to fix these things inside' |
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Cause, momma, it's hard to feel free |
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When it's you running through me |
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Just take me now or throw away the key |
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And so it goes |
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Life isn't easy and truth's a dreadful beauty |
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And everyone wants to know where they go |
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When they die |
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Momma, I can't help feeling |
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That this pain is of your willing |
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Cool rain from a cloud of strickenine |
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But maybe, just maybe |
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This soul will die before my body |
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And I'll live on earth in peace for evermore |
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And so it goes |
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Lately I've thought about me |
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Separate from your woeful morning |
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And I can see a light ringing through the sky |
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It sings of coming glory |
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Strangely tied to this awful story |
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It lifts the heart and gives us wings to fly |
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And so it goes |
