| God give me strength to recover
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| God give me strength, overcome
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| God put together somethin' good for me
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| That can’t be undone, be undone
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| Hand on the good book survival
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| Hand shading eyes from the sun
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| Hand in hand down that dirty road
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| We can’t be undone, no it’s number one
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| How many times and how many crimes?
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| No pill to break the fever
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| How many more will walk through the door?
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| Turn doubter to believer
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| When you’re alone
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| Say a little prayer for me
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| Hey there, Mr. Pilot
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| Will you fly me to your hill?
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| And I will start the riots
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| I will teach them how to kill
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| When we finally get to heaven
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| Absolved of all our sin
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| We will know how many angels
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| On the head of a pin
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| Prayed like I thought I was dyin'
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| Prayed when I didn’t believe
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| Prayed all the time on the dirty road
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| With no reprieve, no reprieve
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| Faith, drug of choice for this sinner
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| Hope was the reason outdone
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| Trust in me, we are hand in hand
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| We can’t be undone, be undone
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| How many times and how many crimes?
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| No pill to break the fever
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| How many more will walk through the door?
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| Turn doubter to believer
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| When you’re alone
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| Say a little prayer for me
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| Hey there, Mr. Pilot
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| Can you fly me to your hill?
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| And I will start the riots
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| I will teach them how to kill
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| When we finally get to heaven
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| Absolved of all our sin
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| We will know how many angels
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| On the head of a…
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| Low, fast, and mean we were killing the dream
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| Came the roar of the pipes and a banshee scream
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| And man held stop, didn’t know what he mean
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| So we burned on by, we were singing «Mean Green»
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| Everybody said that they knew him well
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| He was a man of God, but you really couldn’t tell
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| If the deal was real or if the angel fell
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| But we were singing «Mean Green» on the way to Hell
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| Tear this place to the ground
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| Stone and dust lay all around
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| Don’t say exactly where you been
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| Dance with the angels on the head of a pin
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| Hey there, Mr. Pilot
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| Can you fly me to your hill?
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| And I will start the riots
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| I will teach them how to kill
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| When we finally get to heaven
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| Absolved of all our sin
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| We will know how many angels
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| On the head of a pin!
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| On the head of a pin!
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| On the head of a pin!
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| On the head of a pin! |