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Jesus got my mom and then |
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He beat her up so bad |
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He beat her up so bad |
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Who can save us now that God's gone mad |
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Jesus got my mom and then |
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He beat her up so bad |
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Who will save me from the witch |
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Who lives across the way |
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She lives across the way |
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No one will believe a word I say |
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Jesus got my mom and then |
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He beat her up so bad |
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Who will save me from the man |
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Who wheels the grinding stone |
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He wheels the grinding stone |
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Watching as the witches burn their boat |
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Jesus got my mom and then |
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He beat her up so bad |
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From my brow she brushed my hair |
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Like grass from tiny grave |
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Like grass from tiny grave |
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Who I thought that fretful hand could save |
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Jesus got my mom and then |
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He beat her up so bad |
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He beat her up so bad |
