| Dear Lord, hear Lord,
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| Please, if you will, my plea,
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| Send me someone else,
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| Send me someone else.
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| I can’t eat, I can’t sleep,
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| I don’t even brush my teeth,
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| Down here by myself,
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| Down here by myself.
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| Though my paths may wind through walls of grapevine,
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| Though the trees hang ripe with fruit to eat,
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| Though the berry buds may bloom and taste fine,
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| I can’t help but look for fruit more sweet.
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| The one thing that I’d bring
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| To this scene so free
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| Is somethin’much like me,
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| Is somethin’much like me Except with soft lips
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| An’tender breasts an’hips
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| An’pretty eyes to see
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| An’pretty eyes to see.
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| Though these last few nights were white with moonlight,
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| Though your brooks and streams are clean and clear,
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| Though your morning sun’s a fine and bright sight,
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| I can’t help but look for more down here.
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| So dear Lord, hear Lord,
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| Make me someone new,
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| If you’d be so kind,
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| If you’d be so kind.
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| My bed’s cold, the game’s old,
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| I’m awf’ly bored and blue.
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| If you would not mind,
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| If you would not mind. |