| It’s spiritual, fantastic
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| I’m gonna pack my things, gather up my case and go
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| Put it in a wicker basket
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| More than a bill to pay, mouth to feed
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| I found out what makes a man and
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| Tears him apart and makes him bleed
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| How do you keep your head
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| How do you rationalize
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| How do you go on when you know it’s true enough
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| See what you see with a naked eye
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| Oh oh oh you say
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| Mother brother sister and Dad
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| Oh o-oh oh
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| It’s so shame
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| See you walking down this road again
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| It’s a heaven load
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| Broke don’t turn
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| You can’t stop or
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| Turn around it all
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| Eye to eye start to sting and burn
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| It’s sad affair, tragedy
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| Sometimes I wonder if Jesus says to
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| Himself, «I wonder why you ain’t mad at me?»
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| Ooh, Jesus Christ won’t you come to me
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| I can’t make it here on my own
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| And I’m getting a little tired of the mystery
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| Oh oh oh you say
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| Mother father sister and they
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| Oh o-oh oh
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| It’s so shame to
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| See you walking down this road again
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| How do you hold your head up?
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| Nothing’s so hard as fail
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| Back to worst chapter and verse
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| Pages that we read
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| Oh oh oh you say
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| Mother, mother mother mother
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| I know I know
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| Jesus
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| Oh oh oh you say
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| Mother father sister and they
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| Oh o-oh oh
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| I know I know I know
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| See you walking down this road again |