| You don’t have to fear
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| Temptation’s nowhere
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| As ten thousand eyes
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| Look with despair
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| No-one's on your side
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| That’s just how you feel
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| Spinning down the road
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| Just like a wheel
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| Whoa, the human race is stained
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| Yeah, down to the floor they’re chained
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| Yeah, oh yeah
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| There was a man, no betrayer
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| Poets wrote that he might be a king
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| Scarlet robe 'cross his shoulder
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| Had no price, didn’t wear golden rings
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| Every day people followed
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| They all said he’s the king of the world
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| Every day no more sorrow
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| They all said he’s the king of the world
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| There’s good in every heart
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| Yeah we all know that
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| But for just one kiss
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| They sky turned black
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| Some confess their sins
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| That won’t wash them clean
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| Some sit on the fence
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| Stuck in between
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| Whoa, you can just dance and sing
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| Yeah, it doesn’t mean a thing
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| Yeah, oh yeah
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| There was a man, no betrayer
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| Poets wrote that he might be a king
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| Scarlet robe 'cross his shoulder
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| Had no price, didn’t wear golden rings
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| Every day people followed
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| They all said he’s the king of the world
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| Every day no more sorrow
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| They all said he’s the king of the world
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| Careful as you go
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| Make sure you can see
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| Lessons you have learned
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| They don’t come free
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| Many stories told
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| Some are hard to believe
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| But they last for years
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| That’s guaranteed
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| Whoa, all through the years that passed
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| Yeah, all of the things you asked
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| Yeah, oh yeah
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| There was a man, no betrayer
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| Poets wrote that he might be a king
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| Scarlet robe 'cross his shoulder
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| Had no price, didn’t wear golden rings
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| Every day people followed
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| They all said he’s the king of the world
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| Every day no more sorrow
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| They all said he’s the king of the world
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| He walked the line
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| And many people said
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| Life must be cheap
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| Or he’s just going blind
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| He walked the line
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| And somehow took the blame
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| He breathed in deep
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| Just waiting for a sign
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| He walked the line
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| And lifted up his head
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| Some had to weep
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| But some just said it’s time
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| He walked the line
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| No more would he exclaim
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| His own mystique
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| The purpose or design
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| There was a man, no betrayer
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| Poets wrote that he might be a king
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| Scarlet robe 'cross his shoulder
|
| Had no price, didn’t wear golden rings
|
| Every day people followed
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| They all said he’s the king of the world
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| Every day no more sorrow
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| They all said he’s the king of the world |