| It was many years ago, they say
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| That the devil had a prank to play
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| He took Job and picked him out a crowd
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| And took everything he had worthwhile
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| And then he introduced a group
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| Of friends he’d known for all those years
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| Who thought they were his only smart close friends
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| We’re such impressive, loving, smart, close friends
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| We hope you’ll let us join ya, Job
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| Start confessin' all your darkest sins
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| 'Cause that’s just what we need to know
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| Sorry for you, Job
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| It’s partly 'cause we know we’re
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| Probably your only smart close friends
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| There’s something we can’t see here
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| You’re certainly in sin
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| There must be something wrong with your
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| Relationship with God because
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| Of something that you’ve done
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| «I don’t really wanna talk,» said Job
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| «But I thought you might like to know
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| That this finger-pointing thing is wrong
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| And I want you all to leave me alone
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| So let me be excused from you — I want a jury of my peers
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| And not some petty phony smart close friends!» |