| I walk Galilee road — I know no one and I am an unknown
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| I’m Samaritan, though — got a known disease but I got no home
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| I’ve got this leprosy — all the folks who are approaching scream
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| Where’s their sympathy? |
| They run and show me none, but I’m not alone
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| I’m not alone, I’m not alone, I’m not alone, I’m not a
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| My fellow homeless ones, they walk beside me
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| We share those marks that go with skin diseases
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| There’s nine Jewish among us -- they don’t mind me
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| With them, I’m not alone
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| We’re all from Palestine — race divides us but their skin’s like mine
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| And like Frankenstein — ugly, wretched, scarred like Al Capone
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| We see Jesus Christ — let’s walk up to Him He seems all right
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| Yet in Bible times, we know it’s not allowed, we must walk alone
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| But I’m not alone, I’m not alone, I’m not alone, I’m not a-
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| My fellow homeless ones who walk beside me
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| They shout «Have mercy on us, please Lord Jesus!»
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| Then Christ says we should turn from there and find priests
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| To them I’ve got to go
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| I’m not alone, I’m not a-
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| My God just set me free from a cruel, bizarre, awful disease
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| Went to see the priests and on the road the Lord was my doctor
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| My fellow homeless ones were healed just like me
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| I shall embark to go give thanks to Jesus
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| The nine all wish me luck but stay behind me
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| And then I walk alone |