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She floats in air |
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In these three ways |
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You know |
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You know |
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The road does not trust me to keep |
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Beneath the bushes |
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The three of us asleep |
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Go into the Lord's house |
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And go in a mile |
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The world will bow |
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The knees will be broken for those who don't know how |
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He delights not in the strength of horses |
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He takes no pleasure not in the legs of men |
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He's a working man |
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And none can stay his hand |
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His are the three |
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Faces of time |
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We keep walking |
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And thinking things to talk about |
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Down on our prayers bones in line |
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Go into the Lord's house |
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Go in a mile |
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The world will bow |
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The knees will be broken for those who don't know how |
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He delights not in the strength of horses |
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He takes no pleasure in the cleverness of men |
