| I want to be a worker, I want to sing and pray
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| I never want to be a stumbling block along the way
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| But in the hour of living so many people say
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| They all have all the answers but they all have different ways
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| But we can sing glory hallelujah, brother
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| We can sing if we put our hearts together
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| If we pray no one really has to tell us what to say
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| Maybe we can really find the way
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Well, I hope it comes together instead of all apart
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| 'Cause the better things of living are written in our hearts
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| But on the stage this morning the trouble is the star
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| Happiness is measured by houses and our cars
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| But we can sing glory hallelujah, brother
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| We can sing if we put our hearts together
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| If we pray no one really has to tell us what to say
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| Maybe we can really find the way
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| But we can sing glory hallelujah, brother
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| We can sing if we put our hearts together
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| If we pray no one really has to tell us what to say
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| Maybe we can really find the way
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| --- Instrumental to fade --- |