| Dirty linen, in the cupboard
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| Don’t want it on my back
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| Muddy water, in the system
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| The monkey jumped the sack
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| I’m looking for future love, who can I turn to?
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| Looking for paradise, in the heartland
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| Looking to everyone, who could be anyone
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| Better turn around, turn around
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| Don’t drive that hammer down
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| Rise up — in a Sea Of Mercy
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| Stand up — with the tree of life
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| Rise up — in a Sea Of Mercy
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| Better gimme some, gimme some, gimme some air
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| Sea Of Mercy
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| Never had no shoeshine, worth the money
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| Too much dust around
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| Fishing with the wrong line, no milk and honey
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| In this dried up ground
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| I’m looking for sanctuary, where can I turn to?
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| Looking for Shangri-La, in the heartland
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| Looking to everyone, father and mother’s son
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| Turn around, turn around
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| Lay that weapon down
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| Now I can sleep, with my conscience for a pillow
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| 'Cause this tomorrow, I’m sure I’m gonna see
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| If there are streams, that only dreamers follow
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| Then say goodbye, goodbye to me |