| There’s no deals to be made with the dawn
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| Now I fear that our time has come and gone
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| They say freedom is just a place to hide
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| Now I’m coming to you with my arms open wide
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| (Oh — won’t you tell me)
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| Where could I go to the Lord
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| Take a prayer with you to heaven for me
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| Oh — And give it to the Lord
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| Give it to the Lord
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| Cause nothing else could save a sinner
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| Sinner like me
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| Oh — But an angel’s word
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| Just an angel’s word
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| Now — Oh now — what is — what is too true
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| What is hard is much too true
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| Oh — and what’s true Oh — is much too too hard
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| And now where — where could I go but to the Lord
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| Mama was hard on us but we could take it
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| And papa didn’t give a damn and he couldn’t fake it
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| They say freedom
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| Oh — Freedom is just an other place to hide
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| Now I’m coming to you with my arms open wide
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| (And tell me)
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| Where could I go — Oh — but to the Lord |