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Oh I heard it told |
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That the way to God is a golden road |
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And it's been said |
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That when you lose your way you jump in the devil's bed |
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Oh you told me |
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I was just a boy at a tender age of thirteen |
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I will lose my way |
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I will die an early death of me to share a low grave |
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What I've seen of all these righteous times |
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Is that they don't know |
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The path through the promise land is long |
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And it difference for every man |
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In every country and every land |
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And now one speaks to me |
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Oh Lord of mine |
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How do you forsaking me time after time |
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And oh you took a life |
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You killed her of |
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And showed me that you could draw a line |
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What I've seen of all these righteous times |
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Is that they don't know |
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The path through the promise land is long |
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And it difference for every man |
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In every country and every land |
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And now one speaks to me oh |
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On the wrong side |
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All the bad time |
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I will find my way |
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On the wrong side |
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All the bad time |
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I will find my way |
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On the wrong side |
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All of my time |
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I will find my way |
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On the wrong side |
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All of my time |
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I will find my way |
