| I wanna drink from your cup of sorrow,
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| I wanna wash in your holy blood.
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| I wanna sleep with the promise of tomorrow,
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| I know tomorrow may never come.
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| I’ll send a pray out across the ocean,
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| To a man that forced out of his home.
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| I’ll send a pray out across the ocean,
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| So that he may not suffer there alone.
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| I wanna drink from your cup of sorrow,
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| I wanna wash in your holy blood.
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| I wanna sleep with the promise of tomorrow,
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| I know tomorrow may never come.
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| I wanna sit at your table of wisdom,
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| So that not one crumb shall go to waste,
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| For if we keep down this pathway to destruction,
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| Well, our children will suffer for our haste.
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| I wanna drink from your cup of sorrow,
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| I wanna wash in your holy blood.
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| I wanna sleep with the promise of tomorrow,
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| I know tomorrow may never come |