| There are times I get to feeling
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| That this world has stole my grace
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| When every day feels like a hustle
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| Every day I’m saving face
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| Tell a lie to make the paper
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| Put a little coin away
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| It’s never-ending
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| When the trappings of the body
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| Lead me to that hopeless place
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| And I feel my spirit crumble
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| Under strain and under guilt
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| Lay me down in rivers cleansing
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| Where the tall grass grows and grows
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| And let me wait until
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| My saviour comes home
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| For only he can heal me
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| Help me overcome it
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| For only he can heal me with his touch
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| Help me overcome it
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| From the towns and from the cities
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| Came a feeling of defeat
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| From the lame and from the wretched
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| Pouring forth unto the street
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| Lead me to my only temple
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| Where I overcome defeat
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| And let me rest there
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| By my saviour’s feet
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| For only he can heal me
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| Help me overcome it
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| For only he can heal me with his touch
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| Help me overcome it
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| (For only he can heal me)
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| (For only he can heal me)
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| (For only he can heal me)
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| (For only he can heal me) |