| I surely knew that it was a trap
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| Yet my hands they would not listen
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| I shoulda known your word was flap
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| Comin' out all sweet an drippin'
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| He’s my high Heaven
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| Where could I go, yes but to the Lord
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| I been to your house and seen what You adore
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| I left there stiff, stiff as a board
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| Where could I go but to the Lord
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| He’s my high Heaven
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| You can say I’m on Heaven
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| When will I hurt for Heaven’s sake
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| When will I suffer for the sake of Heaven
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| When will I hurt for Heaven’s sake
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| When will I suffer for the sake of Heaven
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| All my love yeah, well it is madness
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| Freely given to you folks with gladness
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| I will not live and die, no not by the sword
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| I am weak without the joy of the Lord
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| Yeah He’s my high Heaven
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| Taste and see that the Lord is good
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| Let’s bend our knees like we know we should
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| We can’t see clear no, our eyes are made of wood
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| Taste and see boy that the Lord is good
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| He’s my high Heaven
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| You can say I’m on Heaven
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| When will I hurt for Heaven’s sake
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| When will I suffer for the sake of Heaven
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| When will I hurt for Heaven’s sake
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| When will I suffer for the sake of Heaven
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| When will I hurt for Heaven’s sake, I Heaven sake
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| When will I suffer for the sake of Heaven |