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Charlotte Martin - Sweet Chariot |
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Ode to joy |
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my lover boy's speaking in tongues |
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And the sky's bleeding gray |
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Now I pull my bag o' prayers out |
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I hope to find one to save the day |
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And he judged my love, my lust |
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My taste with the straightest face |
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As I crumple up inside |
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A papier-mache, a shell with no name |
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Sweet chariot |
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Come come take me away from my fear |
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Sweet chariot |
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Come I have to get out of here |
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And he took me further than I wanted to go |
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Underneath his shoe |
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And it leaves me hungry for a touch I can't feel |
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A touch he won't do |
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And I thought the circle, it had an end |
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I'm old enough to know |
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My denial is how we began and how we will end |
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And now that I know |
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Sweet chariot |
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Come, come, take me away from my fear |
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Sweet chariot |
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Come, I have to get out of here |
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Oh, the blood that's in my veins |
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So cold and frozen from the stings |
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Oh, he comes and goes in waves |
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Am I really here? |
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2009.05.13 7 |
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Sweet chariot |
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Come, come, take me away from my fear |
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Sweet chariot |
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Can we leave him a trail of my tears? |
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Sweet chariot |
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It's been, it's been the longest of years |
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Sweet chariot |
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Come, I have to get out of here |
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2009.05.13 7 |
