| I came from a mother the first time
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| I was told I didn’t get it just right
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| I needed to be born twice
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| Then I’d know, I’d know where I’d go when I die
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| So I got down on my knees
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| With my whole heart I cried, please
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| But I don’t think anyone heard me
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| That’s why I wanna be born again, again
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| Don’t wanna bath in blood, don’t wanna be forgiven
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| Wanna be born again, again
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| To live my life, I would rather take my chances
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| You see I knew this boy at school
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| We laughed so much and all of his secrets I knew
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| But his, his father took him someplace new
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| Because he said to love a boy
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| Was something that his son would not do
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| So I got down on my knees
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| With my whole heart I cried, please
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| But I don’t think anyone heard me
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| That’s why I wanna be born again, again
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| Don’t wanna bath in blood don’t wanna be forgiven
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| Wanna be born again, again
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| To live my life, I would rather take my chances
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| You see the world, it’s a big place
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| Different colors and different faiths
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| I know it sounds elementary but if it was so easy
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| Why does love seem absent from preaching?
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| Be forgiven
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| Wanna be born again, again
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| To live my life, I would rather take my chances
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| To live my life, I would take every little chance
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| I want my life, oh yeah
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| And I’m gonna take every little one of my chances |