| A Samarian woman
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| Came running to the city
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| To talk about the man she saw
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| She took her pitcher
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| Went to the well
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| Water she intended to draw
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| The stranger she met there
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| She didn’t know where he came from
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| But when he told her
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| Every sinful thing she had done
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| The man at the well
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| Blessed my soul and go on
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| Her friends asked her
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| «Do you know that man?»
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| She said «No, I never saw him before»
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| They asked her «Did you get his name?»
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| She said «He didn’t tell me and I don’t know
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| When he spoke, my soul caught on fire
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| And I’ll remember that day 'til the day that I die
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| He stopped by
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| Blessed my soul and go on
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| The stranger was next seen in our city
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| He was standing off an angry mob
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| Defending a women who’d been caught
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| In the very act of adultery
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| For pity and mercy she sought
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| He said «Ye who is without sin cast the first stone»
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| And when he raised her from the ground
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| All her accusers were gone
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| He gave her a smile, waved farewell and moved on
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| The crowd asked her
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| «Do you know the man?»
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| She said «No, I never saw him before»
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| They asked her «Did you get his name?»
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| «He didn’t tell me and I don’t know
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| But when he touched me I felt the power from the arms
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| And I ain’t gonna do no wrong
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| He stopped by
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| Saved my life and moved on
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| I met that same man
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| I met that same man
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| When I turned my eyes away from fear
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| He opened up his arms and he took me near
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| Oh I found the power
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| My soul caught on fire
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| He stopped by
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| Blessed my soul
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| He stopped by
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| Blessed my soul
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| He stopped by
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| Saved my life
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| And moved on |