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All ill-fated sorts |
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Who sleep on doorways and in alleyways |
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Take a stumble to the corner |
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There's heavenly music played |
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No more taking recreation |
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With your dark defeated friend |
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They who seek the consolation of the bottle |
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Never win |
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Soap, soup and salvation |
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Tired hearts sing in jubilation |
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Restoration at the rescue mission |
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Soap, soup and salvation |
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Brother Randle is a bit |
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Long winded and a little loud |
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And as he pounds the pulpit |
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The sweat flies from his brow |
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Making sure none are caught slumbering |
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In the mournful motley crowd |
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For the ones who stay awake |
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Are therefore graciously endowed with |
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Soap, soup and salvation |
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Tired hearts sing in jubilation |
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Restoration at the rescue mission |
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Soap, soup and salvation |
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Procter and Gamble |
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Campbell's gospel |
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Watch brother Randle wave that bible |
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Bein' drunk and hungry |
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Seemed like more fun cause |
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They don't feed no one |
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Til' the preacher's done |
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I just thought I heard the choir singing |
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My old favorite song |
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That old harmony is still familiar |
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Though it's been so long |
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Lonely faces, empty glances |
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They surround me everywhere |
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But those sweet angelic voices |
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Are now rising through the air |
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"When the roll is called up yonder" |
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"When the roll is called up yonder" |
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"When the roll is called up yonder" |
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"When the roll is called up yonder" |
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I'll be there with |
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Soap, soup and salvation |
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Tired hearts sing in jubilation |
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Restoration at the rescue mission |
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Soap, soup and salvation |
