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When I was just a kid, my mom was on my back |
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She used to snatch me out of bed on |
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Sunday morning |
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Head to Sunday |
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School then straight to church |
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When the preacher starts, |
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I start yawning |
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I was tired and read' to go |
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I couldn't wait to leave |
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But the choir sang - they were off the chain |
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I started feeling differently |
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They were swinging from side to side |
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Some lady said pass the mic |
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They were singing |
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His praises |
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I cried Felt the spirit take over inside |
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It took over and made me shout |
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I caught myself and tried to close my mouth |
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I let it go and started shouting loud |
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I finally knew what the preacher's talking about |
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I found the message in the music |
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I found the message in the music |
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I found the message in the music |
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I found the message in the music |
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When I was old enough, |
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I used to hit the clubs |
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Me and my girls spent all night partying |
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When I got in the house, finally laying down |
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Couldn't make myself get up on |
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Sunday morning |
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It came to me in a tragedy |
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I needed God to see |
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So I found my way back to the church |
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And the choir spoke to me yeah (Bridge) (Chorus) |
