| He’ll be not mocked nor be deceived
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| He sees the ace that’s up your sleeve
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| So be up front in all you do
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| And then just in general woopty-do
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| Come on and wake me, wake me, wake me, Lord
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| Turn my head around
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| Shake me, shake me, shake me, Lord
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| Thunder to the sound, oh
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| They say He’ll pass again this way
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| I can’t believe He’d come today
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| 'Cause the weather’s bad and the roads are rough
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| And you’d think by now He’d had enough
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| Come on and wake me, wake me, wake me, Lord
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| Turn my head around
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| And shake me, shake me, shake me, Lord
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| Thunder to the sound, oh
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| They say He’ll pass again this way
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| I can’t believe He’d come today
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| 'Cause the weather’s bad and the roads are rough
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| And you’d think by now He’d had enough
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| Come on and wake me, wake me, wake me, Lord
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| Turn my head around
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| And shake me, shake me, shake me, Lord
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| Thunder to the sound, oh
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| Come on and wake me, wake me, wake me, Lord
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| Turn my head around
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| Shake me, shake me, shake me, Lord
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| Thunder be the sound
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| Thunder be the sound
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| Thunder to the sound, oh |