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Cooke |
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Oh, there was a woman in the valley |
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She had been sick, sick so very long |
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When she heard that jesus was passing by |
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So she joined the gathering room |
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And while she was pushing her way through |
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Someone asked her what are you trying to do |
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She said |
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If i could just touch the hem of his garment |
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I know I'll be made whole |
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She cried |
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Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord |
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I know i'll be made whole |
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Oh, she spent her money here and there |
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Until she had no, had no more to spare |
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The doctors, they'd done all they could |
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But their medecine would do no good |
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When she touched him the savior didn't see |
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But still he turned around and cried |
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Somebody touched me |
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She said |
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It was I who just wanna touch the hem of your garment |
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I know i'll be made whole right now |
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she stood there crying |
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Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh lord |
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Said |
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If could just touch the hem of his garment |
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I know I'll made whole right now |
