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This was not my idea |
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No i would not have though of this |
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Though i admit there was evidence |
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Surely not enough to convict |
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That a man was not his own |
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And there was more than day to day |
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How there could be a promise of hope |
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And healing that the soul might live again |
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Chorus |
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Never would've bought it |
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Never would've thought it could be |
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Never would've held it |
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Until it took hold of me, hold of me |
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Now i've found freedom |
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Now mercy holds my hand |
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It took the grace of one living |
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To save this dying man |
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Now as i look at these pages |
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I see a story told in whole |
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Not just segments or phrases |
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But a story of the soul |
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And now a man was not his own |
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And there was more than day to day |
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How there can be a promise of hope |
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And healing that the soul might live again |
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Chorus 2x |
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Never would've bought it |
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Never would've thought it could be |
