| She’s got a polite amount of cocaine
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| She’s got hands on a bottle of good champagne
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| And she says, «Oh, I’m gonna die»
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| Unamazing grace, it won’t be found
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| He’s a bridge, a bridge that you can burn
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| You get in line and wait your turn
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| And he says, «Oh, I’m gonna die»
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| Unamazing grace, it won’t be found
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| You set me free
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| You set me free
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| You set me free
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| You set me—
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| You can’t get back what you haven’t given
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| And this life is hardly living
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| And you say, «Oh, we’re gonna die»
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| Unamazing grace, it won’t be found
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| No thanks, I’ve been spoken for
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| There’s someone at home that I adore
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| But I say, «Oh, we’re gonna die»
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| Unamazing grace, it won’t be found
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| You set me free
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| You set me free
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| You set me free
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| You set me— |