| Oh I have been wandering where I have been pondering
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| Where I’ve been lately is no concern of yours
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| Who’s been touching my skin?
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| Who have I been letting?
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| Shy and tired-eyed am I today
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| I’m wounded by dust
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| Oh I have been wandering where I have been pondering
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| Where I’ve been lately is no concern of yours
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| Who’s been touching my skin?
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| Who have I been letting?
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| Shy and tired-eyed am I today
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| Sometimes I sit, sometimes I stare
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| Sometimes they look and sometimes I don’t care
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| Wearily I weep, sometimes I must
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| I’m wounded by dust
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| When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime
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| You better call for your woman up high
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| And when the bell tolls for your last day
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| You’ll be getting down on your knees to pray
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| I’m a good woman and I never did say
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| Whatever it was that you did that day
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| I’m not a woman that is going to place claim
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| But you said that it was coming on judgment day
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| Now Sophia
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| I’m wounded by dust
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| When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime
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| You better call for your woman up high
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| And when the bell tolls for your last day
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| You’ll be getting down on your knees to pray
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| I’m a good woman and I never did say
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| Whatever it was that you did that day
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| I’m not a woman that is going to place claim
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| But you said that it was coming on judgment day
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| Now Sophia
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| I’m wounded by dust
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| Now Sophia |