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I'm trying hard not to think you unkind |
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But Heavenly Father |
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If you know my heart |
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Surely you can read my mind |
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Good people underneath the sea of grief |
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Some get up and walk away |
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Some will find ultimate relief |
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Chorus |
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Home Free, eventually |
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At the ultimate healing we will be Home Free |
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Home Free, oh I've got a feeling |
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At the ultimate healing |
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We will be Home Free |
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Out in the corridors we pray for life |
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A mother for her baby, A husband for his wife |
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Sometimes the good die young |
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It's sad but true |
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And while we pray for one more heartbeat |
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The real comfort is with you |
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You know pain has little mercy |
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And suffering's no respecter of age, of race or position |
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I know every prayer gets answered |
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But the hardest one to pray is slow to come |
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Oh Lord, not mine, but Your will be done |
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Let it be... |
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Chorus |
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Home Free, eventually |
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At the ultimate healing we will be Home Free |
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Home Free, oh I've got a feeling |
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At the ultimate healing |
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We will be Home Free |
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Home Free, eventually |
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At the ultimate healing gonna be Home Free |
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Home Free, oh it's more than a feeling |
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At the ultimate healing |
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Gonna be Home Free |