| Two lovers, not loving
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| Living just to spite their grief
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| Wanting something so much better
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| To kill the pain and bring about relief
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| And there is a balm in Gilead that heals the weary soul
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| But where the balm has gone, well, nobody seems to know
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| If you know the way to Gilead, I would like to go Well, just lead and I will follow
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| Strong whiskey certainly covers
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| The multitude of pain within your heart
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| Wine and women, you will discover
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| Will soothe you while tearing you apart
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| And there is a balm in Gilead that heals the weary soul
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| But where the balm has gone, well, nobody seems to know
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| If you know the way to Gilead, I would like to go Well, just lead and I will follow
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| And there is a balm in Gilead that heals the weary soul
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| But where the balm has gone, well, nobody seems to know
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| If you know the way to Gilead, I would like to go Well, just lead and I will follow
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| Pain killers in any fashion
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| Become a crutch and then they become your fate
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| So I’ve been thinking we need compassion
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| Well, just to love the people that we have come to hate
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| And there is a balm in Gilead that heals the weary soul
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| But where the balm has gone, well, nobody seems to know
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| If you know the way to Gilead, I would like to go Well, just lead and I will follow
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| I will follow
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| Now here we go |