| I don’t know if I’ll ever find Jesus
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| But I can’t say I won’t some day
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| There were times when I thought I could feel it
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| To have it slip away
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| So I’m careful about good intentions
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| My own and the guy next door
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| Whose hell I’ll pay come the judgement day
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| Fair warning for to sin no more
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| What if God see’s the need for religion
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| As something I can’t share?
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| For to righteously judge my brother
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| Seems such a needless use of prayer
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| And this thing 'bout the pearled gates of heaven
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| And those that would be denied
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| And here we are in an endless war
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| With God forever on our side
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| Praise be the life in me
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| Praise be the life in you
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| Sing, sing, let freedom ring
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| There will always be more work to do
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| As for love I was all in a hurry
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| To drink the taverns dry
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| And the walls I built around me
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| To keep my hopes up high
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| In time I was granted a vision
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| Of faces as of yet unknown
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| And a place somewhere in the great out there
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| Where I don’t have to die alone
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| Praise be the life in me
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| Praise be the life in you
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| Sing, sing, let freedom ring
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| There will always be more work to do
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| Sing, sing, let freedom ring
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| There will always be more work to do |