| Ode to joy, my lover boy’s speaking in tongues
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| And the sky’s bleeding gray
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| Now I pull my bag o' prayers out
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| I hope to find one to save the day
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| And he judged my love, my lust
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| My taste with the straightest face
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| As I crumple up inside
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| A papier-mache, a shell with no name
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| Sweet chariot
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| Come, come, take me away from my fear
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| Sweet chariot
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| Come, I have to get out of here
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| And he took me further than I wanted to go
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| Underneath his shoe
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| And it leaves me hungry for a touch I can’t feel
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| A touch he won’t do
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| And I thought the circle, it had an end
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| I’m old enough to know
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| My denial is how we began and how we will end
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| And now that I know
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| Sweet chariot
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| Come, come, take me away from my fear
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| Sweet chariot
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| Come, I have to get out of here
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| Oh, the blood that’s in my veins
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| So cold and frozen from the stings
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| Oh, he comes and goes in waves
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| Am I really here?
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| Sweet chariot
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| Come, come, take me away from my fear
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| Sweet chariot
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| Can we leave him a trail of my tears?
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| Sweet chariot
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| It’s been, it’s been the longest of years
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| Sweet chariot
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| Come, I have to get out of here |