| Many a hero have gone, to an early grave
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| Looking for a weathered soul with a good heart, someone to save
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| They call wisemen fools and their brothers they foresake
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| But the earth is gonna move and the dam is gonna break
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| 'Cause He’s just looking for a few good men
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| A few good women, people can’t you help Him?
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| 'Cause He’s searching, He’s searching, His patience wearing thin
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| For a few good women, a few good men
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| That eternal river, well it twists and it turns
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| Well the righteous cross over, evil only burns
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| Well they’re polluting the garden down here below
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| And until they cross that river, you will reap what you sow
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| 'Cause He’s just looking for a few good men
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| A few good women, people can’t you help Him?
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| 'Cause He’s searching, He’s searching, His patience wearing thin
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| For a few good women, a few good men
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| Well He’s just looking for a few good men
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| A few good women, people can’t you help Him?
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| 'Cause He’s searching, He’s searching, His patience wearing thin
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| For a few good women, a few good men |