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Is anything as lovely to me as the truth in love |
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I'll take it over freedom any day |
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It brings me ever an' this time to my knees |
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An on my knees I run away |
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Yes, I know your sticks an' stones they |
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They will easily break these bones an' |
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An' all my words come back to haunt me |
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I will put my strength into |
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The things left standing |
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I am hoarse with wild eyes |
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No debts outstanding |
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My hands are yours, my brother |
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You can take my coat as well |
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My eyes are yours, sister |
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An my heart, an my heart |
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In which He dwells |
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Heard the voice of my Master callin' me |
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From deep in the hollow |
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Said that I must follow Him there, yeah |
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Is any place darker for me |
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With all them wolves about |
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Well, it's a poor mouth that I wear |
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My hands are yours, my brother |
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You can take my coat as well |
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My eyes are yours, sister |
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An' my heart, an' my heart |
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In which He dwells |
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In which He dwells |
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Livin' me from hand to poor mouth |
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You an' me an' our Secret South, oh Lord |
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I said livin' me from hand to poor mouth |
