| I took a walk on the highway of life
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| But I got off to look at the sights
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| And where once there stood the city of good
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| There was only struggle and strife
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| There was treachery everywhere
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| And darkness hung in the air
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| And the worst of fears
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| They sang and preached
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| And then they all bowed their heads and they prayed
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| And the angel of the Lord
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| Held a bright burning sword
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| Better here before it’s too late
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| And if Jesus is coming He better come quickly
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| While there’s still those that worry and wait
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| And the sights and the sounds of sin
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| And the broken hearts of men
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| And the whispering and the ubiquity
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| Was more than a body can stand
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| And the angel of the Lord
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| Held a bright burning sword
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| Better here before it’s too late
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| And if Jesus is coming He better come quickly
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| While there’s still those that worry and wait
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| While there’s still those that worry and wait |