| I thought I saw young Jesus Christ
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| Underneath the Greenbriar Ridge
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| Holding hands one August night
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| Not far from where we lived
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| I pass the days along the bridge
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| And under lies a sea
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| And broken glass was on the floor
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| I never could believe
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| I looked for her Jarvis Town
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| Along the MonghaleeI looked for her in Williamstown
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| Upon the Chesapeake
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| I thought I saw Jesus Christ
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| A hair’s breadth from a brawl
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| He turned his eyes away from me
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| And saved me from my fall
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| I asked this man who lived here
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| Many years before
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| Why do I feel cursed for having any faith at all
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| And there I spoke to many of man
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| Who claimed to lye with she
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| He laughed into his whiskey
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| Then he shook his head at me
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| I thought I saw young Jesus Christ
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| Underneath the Greenbriar Ridge
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| Holding hands with you one night
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| Not far from where we lived
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| I pass the days along the bridge
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| And under lies a sea
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| And broken glass was on the floor
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| I never could believe |