| I thought I heard the angel’s, Lord
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| When I was on the chapel floor
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| But I’ll never be sure
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| Those old familiar harmonies
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| They carried us through New Orleans
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| In ice water smacking kisses
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| Sour lemon mouthfuls
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| Of black hours, seersucker
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| Powdered sugar moon glow
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| I know when you’re with me
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| That your spirit’s gonna lift me
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| So I never change directions
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| And I never ask no questions
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| Oh I wish I could hear it
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| Cause I still feel the spirit
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| From the rafters to the ceiling
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| I’m waiting on that feeling
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| Oh I know…
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| I know that you’re coming
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| Are you walking or are you running?
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| And I know when you’re with me
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| That your spirit’s gonna lift me
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| Oh I know that you’re coming
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| Are you walking or are you running?
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| And I know when you’re with me
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| That your spirit’s gonna lift me
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| Oh I know that you’re coming
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| Are you walking or are you running?
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| But I know you’ll be leaving
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| Yeah you’ll always find a reason
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| Oh I know that you’re coming
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| Are you walking or are you running?
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| Oh I know that you’re coming
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| Are you walking or are you running? |