| Well I see him on the Tv Preachin' bout the promise land
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| He tells me to believe in Jesus
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| And steals the money from my hand
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| Some say he was a good man
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| But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
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| Twenty-two years of mental tears
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| Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
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| Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
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| To find his country didn’t want him back
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| Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon
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| Our lawyers took his wife, his kids, no regrets
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| In a time I don’t remember
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| In a war he can’t forget
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| He cries «Forgive me for what I’ve done there
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| Cause I never meant the things I did»
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| Chorus:
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| And give me something to believe in If there’s a Lord above
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| And give me something to believe in Oh, Lord arise
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| Our best friend died a lonely man
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| In some Palm Springs hotel room
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| I got the call last Christmas Eve
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| And they told me the news
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| I tried all night not to break down and cry
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| As the tears rolled down my face
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| I felt so cold and empty
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| Like a lost soul out of place
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| And the mirror, mirror on the wall
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| Sees my smile it fades again
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| Chorus
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| Sometimes I wish to God I didn’t know now
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| The things I didn’t know then
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| Road you gotta take me home
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| I drive by the homeless sleepin on a cold dark street
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| Like bodies in and open grave
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| Underneath the broken old neon sign
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| That used to read JESUS SAVES
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| A mile away live the rich folk
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| And I see how they’re living it up While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
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| The rich is drinkin' from a golden cup
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| And it just makes me wonder
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| Why so many lose, so few win
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| Chorus
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| You take the high road
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| And I’ll take the low road
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| Sometime I wish I didn’t know now
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| The things I didn’t know then |