| Gather up in the arms of your pity
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| The sick, the depraved, the desperate, the tired
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| All the scum of out weary city
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| Gather up in the arms of your love
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| Those who expect no love from above
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| I ask you this, which way to turn
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| I ask youthis, which sin to bear
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| Which crown to put upon my hair
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| I do not know, I do not know
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| I wait to take the hand of love, with every one you gather up
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| I wait to take the hand of love
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| Come every one, come gather up
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| There’s lonely people in the lonely night
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| They grab a lonely dream and they hold it tight
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| There’s lonely people in the lonely day
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| Who work to sit their dream away
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| So I ask you this, which way to turn
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| I ask you this, which sin to bear
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| Which crown to put upon my hair
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| I do not know, I do not know
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| I wait to take the hand of love, with every one you gather up
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| I wait to take the hand of love
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| Come every one, come gather up
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| Won’t you gather in your arms, gather in your arms |