| When my body won’t hold me anymore
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| And it finally lets me free
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| Will I be ready?
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| When my feet won’t walk another mile
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| And my lips give their last kiss goodbye
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| Will my hands be steady?
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| When I lay down my fears, my hopes and my doubts
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| The rings on my fingers and the keys to my house
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| With no hard feelings
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| When the sun hangs low in the west
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| And the light in my chest won’t be kept
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| At bay any longer
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| When the jealousy fades away
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| And it’s ash and dust for cash and lust
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| It’s just hallelujah
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| And the love in thought
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| And the love in the words
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| Love in the songs they sang at church
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| And no hard feelings
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| Lord knows they haven’t done
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| Much good for anyone
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| They kept me afraid and cold
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| There’s so much to have and hold, oh
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| When my body won’t hold me anymore
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| And it finally lets me free
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| Where will I go?
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| Will the trade winds take me south
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| Through Georgia grain, a tropical rain
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| Or snow from the heavens?
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| Or will I join the ocean blue
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| Or run into the saviour true
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| And shake hands laughing?
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| And walk through the night
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| Straight to the light
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| Holding a love I’ve know in my life
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| And no hard feelings
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| Lord knows they haven’t done
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| Much good for anyone
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| Kept me afraid and cold
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| There’s so much to have and hold, oh
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| Well under the cutting skies
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| We’re finally learning why
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| It matters for me and you
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| To say it and mean it too
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| For life and its loveliness
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| And all of its ugliness
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| As good as it’s been to me
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| Well I have no enemies
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| No, I have no enemies
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| No, I have no enemies
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| No, I have no enemies |