| Lord I ain’t been a prayin man
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| I figure the whole worlds in your hands
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| Ask and you shall receive you say
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| So give me her love my daily bread
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| You can take everything I own
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| Every single seed I’ve sown
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| Still I know I come out ahead
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| If I have her love my Daily Bread
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| And her love is more than enough
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| To make my spirit whole
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| To feed my hungry soul
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| And her kiss is like honey on my lips
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| And when I’m blowin in the wind
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| She will lead me home again
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| She is a raindrop in a drought.
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| She’s my faith when I’m in doubt
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| Like a river needs a riverbed
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| Oh I need her love my daily bread
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| I don’t know why she’s chosen me
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| I live my life so selfishly
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| But I know until my dying breath
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| I’ll need her love my daily bread
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| And I know that I’m not worthy
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| But give me her love my daily bread |