| Preacher went up to the Golden Gate,
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| And met God there,
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| With the glow of love in his flowing hair.
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| I’m dreamin’of a time when love and music,
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| Is everywhere.
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| Can you see that time comin'?
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| No my son that time has gone,
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| There’s things to do.
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| The world has changed since I first met you.
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| Back when The Band played Rock of Ages,
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| In their prime,
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| And the old juke joint was rockin'…
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| Oh Lord there’s so much hate,
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| In a world where we’re from another place.
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| Show me how to be like you.
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| See no evil, hear no evil,
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| Feel no evil in my heart.
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| In my heart, in my aching heart.
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| In my heart, in my heart,
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| In my old black heart.
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| In my heart, in my heart,
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| In my beating heart.
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| Sky had turned a lotta shades of gray,
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| As they walked on,
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| And a gentle rain fell down on them.
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| They found faith in the way things are and,
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| The way things change,
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| And they said goodbye like two old friends.
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| Take me up to the mountains high,
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| Or a building top where the spirits fly.
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| Show me how to be like you.
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| See no evil, feel no evil,
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| Fear no evil in my heart.
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| In my heart, in my aching heart.
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| In my heart, in my heart,
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| In my old black heart.
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| In my heart, in my heart,
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| In my beating heart.
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| Oh Lord there’s so much hate,
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| In a world where we’re from another place.
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| Show me how to live like you.
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| See no evil, hear no evil,
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| Feel no evil in my heart.
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| In my heart, in my aching heart.
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| In my heart, in my heart,
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| In my old black heart.
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| In my heart, in my heart,
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| In my beating heart. |