| I can hear the neighbors
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| They’re arguing' again
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| And there hasn’t been peace on our street
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| Since who knows when
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| I don’t mean to listen in
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| But the shouting' is so loud
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| I turn up the radio to drown it out
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| And silently I say a little prayer
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| But for the grace of God go I
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| I must’ve been born a lucky guy
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| Heaven only knows how I’ve been blessed
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| With the gift of your love
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| And I look around and all I see
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| Is your happiness embracing me
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| Oh Lord I’d be lost
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| But for the grace of God
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| I can see that old man
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| He’s walking past our door
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| And I’ve been told that he’s rich
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| But he seems so poor
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| Cause no one comes to call on him
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| And his phone it never rings
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| He wanders through his empty home
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| Surrounded by his things
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| And silently I say a little prayer, yes I do
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| But for the grace of God go I
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| I must’ve been born a lucky guy
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| Heaven only knows how I’ve been blessed
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| With the gift of your love
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| And I look around and all I see
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| Is your happiness embracing me
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| Oh Lord I’d be lost
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| But for the grace of God
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| I look around and all I see
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| Is your happiness embracing me
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| Oh Lord I’d be lost
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| But for the grace of God
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| Oh Lord I’d be lost
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| Oh Lord I’d be lost
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| But for the grace of God
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| Oh Lord I’d be lost
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| But for the grace of God |