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I shake and I shudder and I shiver |
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In my bath while it's cold and my windows are broken, |
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As my poor dog lays a-chokin' on the floor. |
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I cried to my father and my mother, |
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There's no justice divine, |
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I wonder when I get mine. |
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'cause I'm so sick and tired of waitin' for the lord. |
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I find just what it is I'm looking for |
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There's a man wants to show me the river. |
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Hoofing at five I'll be more dead than alive. |
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I find a reason to survive when I'm too old. |
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Should I walk in the lightning and the thunder |
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On a hilltop so high and show my face to the sky ? |
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Will I find just what it is I'm looking for ? |
