| There’s nothing 'round here i believe in
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| 'cept you, yeah you
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| And there’s nothing to me that’s sacred
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| 'cept you, yeah you
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| You’re the one that reaches me
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| You’re the one that i admire
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| Every time we meet together
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| My soul feels like it’s on fire
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| Nothing matters to me
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| And there’s nothing i desire
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| 'cept you, yeah you
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| Nothing 'round here i care to try for
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| 'cept you, yeah you
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| Got nothing left to live or die for
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| 'cept you, yeah you
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| There’s a hymn i used to hear
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| In the churches all the time
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| Make me feel so good inside
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| So peaceful, so sublime
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| And there’s nothing to remind me of that
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| Old familiar chime
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| 'cept you, uh huh you
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| Used to play in the cemetery
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| Dance and sing and run when i was a child
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| Never seemed strange
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| But now i just pass mournfully by
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| That place where the bones of life are piled
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| I know somethin' has changed
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| I’m a stranger here and no one sees me
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| 'cept you, yeah you
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| Nothing much matters or seems to please me
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| 'cept you, yeah you
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| Nothing hypnotizes me
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| Or holds me in a spell
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| Everything runs by me
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| Just like water from a well
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| Everybody wants my attention
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| Ev’rybody’s got something to sell |