| This beat up bible
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| Dusty on the shelf
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| Worn out and torn up
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| It don’t look like much but it will get you through hell
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| It’s been held in the hands
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| Of all the ones that I love
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| It might be falling off the binding but every line in it still holds up
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| This beat up bible
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| That old recliner
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| In this living room
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| She was sitting right there teaching me a prayer
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| All that she knew
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| About the words on the pages
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| About the greatest gift
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| Where you find the truth, you find the proof, of how love still is
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| In this beat up bible
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| I can hear her saying
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| Baby, when you praying
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| Give him all your worries, he’ll give you all you need
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| When you’re crying and you’re hurting
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| And nothing else is working
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| All you’ve got to do is just believe
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| In this beat up bible
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| In this beat up bible oh yeah
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| I was holding her hand
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| When she was on her way home
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| She said, baby don’t cry, I’m going to see the one who rolled away the stone
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| I can hear her saying
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| Baby, when you’re praying
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| Give him all your worries, he’ll give you all you need
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| I’m crying and I’m hurting
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| And nothing else is working
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| So, I open up the pages and start to read
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| This beat up bible
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| Dusty on the shelf
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| Worn out and torn up
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| Don’t look like much but it’ll get you through hell |