| We have all been cursed by the dark horse
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| Second chances few and far between
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| There’s no halo hanging up above me
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| The ministry is equal to the disease
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| (Let's go down into the water)
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| Hear the choir on the shoreline sing
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| (The Mississippi ain’t the river Jordan)
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| It won’t wash me clean
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| Harvest moon hanging in the night sky
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| Medicine is flowing through my veins
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| (Take that anyway you want to)
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| I would consider it some sage advice
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| (There's a devil sitting on my shoulder)
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| He’s speaking to me tonight
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| There is a struggle inside me, salvation keeps pulling me
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| I go back and forth and back again
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| A thousand pills won’t cure my bad luck
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| I think this is who I was born to be
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| Another day standing at the crossroads
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| The holy ghost creeping up on me
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| (Let's go down into the water)
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| Hear the choir on the shoreline sing
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| (The Mississippi ain’t the river Jordan)
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| It won’t wash me clean
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| There is a struggle inside me, salvation keeps pulling me
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| I go back and forth and back again
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| (There's a revelation when you come undone and your
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| Whole world comes unwound)
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| I’m unwound it keeps coming
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| (Every shadow comes from the sun)
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| So let the sun shine down upon me
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| Salvation keeps pulling me
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| I go back and forth and back again
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| Let the circle be unbroken swing low sweet chariot
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| Stuck in this broken life trying to be divine in the eyes of God |