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Sometimes I'd come home |
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After playin' with the bands |
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I'd walk into the church |
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With my heart held in my hands |
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The Lord said "Welcome home" |
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I felt accepted and received |
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I walked the aisle alone |
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as the people all would sing... |
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And I know, yes I know |
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Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner clean |
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And I know, yes I know |
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Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner clean |
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For years I had no peace |
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Every day was filled with dread |
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I wished that I could sleep |
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And awake when I was dead |
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And so I prayed to God in the midst of all my shame |
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Take this wasted life and wash away my pain |
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And I know, yes I know |
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Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner clean |
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And I know, yes I know |
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Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner clean |
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And I know, yes I know |
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Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner clean |
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And I know, yes I know |
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Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner clean |
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And I know, yes I know |
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Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner clean |
