| I was five years old
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| When they came and took my daddy away.
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| Momma said, «He'll be back home a year from today.
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| I know you’re young but I hope you understand,
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| These are the kind of things that happen to a man.»
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| … oooooh…
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| I see her talkin' but I can’t hear nothing;
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| Sweet salvation cover me.
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| Take me where I long to be,
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| Pick up and carry me;
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| Oh, I need your love
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| It’s such a long way home.
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| Even though I fall sometimes,
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| Nothing here can change my mind.
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| Lord, I need your love,
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| It’s such a long way home.
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| Daddy cried,
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| «Boy you’d better come home right now.
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| Momma’s gone,
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| Sickness took her down.
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| I know you’re young,
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| But I hope you understand,
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| These are the kind of things that happen to a man.»
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| … ooooh…
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| I see him talkin' but I don’t hear nothin';
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| Lookin' round but I can’t see.
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| I touch fear but I feel nothin';
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| Sweet salvation cover me.
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| All this pain locked up inside of me,
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| On my knees I prayed you’d set me free.
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| «I know you hurt,
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| But I really do understand;
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| I’m the one who held your pain when I became a man.»
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| Speak to me so I hear something,
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| Turn my eyes so I can see.
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| You touch fear and I feel something,
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| Sweet salvation cover me. |