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As pilgrims here, we sometimes journey |
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To who knows what; to who knows what? |
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Come and sing this simple story |
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That god forgot; that life forgot |
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But don't you know god is disabled? |
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Is disabled, he is disabled |
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Clouds may gather all around you |
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But he is disabled, is disabled |
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He's no friend to the friendless |
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And he's the mother of grief |
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There's only sorrow for tomorrow |
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Surely, life is too brief |
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Surely, love is too brief |
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But don't you know god is disabled? |
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Is disabled, he is disabled |
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Clouds may gather all around you |
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But he is disabled, is disabled |
