| I want to tell you something;
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| Listen to me,
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| I’m trying to say, I’m better than you,
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| I am only what I am We must not stand still,
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| For the night is coming,
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| Every man, every woman and child,
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| Everybody help me I hear, only what I want to hear,
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| But, I have to believe in something,
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| Have to believe in just one thing.
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| I said Father Washington, you’re all mixed up,
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| Collecting sinners in an old tin cup.
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| Well, spare a listen for a restless fool,
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| There’s something missing when I need your rule.
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| Well, hey there;
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| You tell me you’re a holy man, But, although I am just a beginner,
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| I don’t see you as a winner.
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| I said, Sister Washington, you’re all washed up,
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| Collecting teardrops in a paper cup;
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| If I could tell you what you need to know;
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| If I could tell you to get on with the show.
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| I’d rather never leave her,
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| There’s a storm in my head,
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| Makes me hear what you say;
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| Just was it true?
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| So, what have I to do?
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| -Well, what has he to do?-
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| +Oh, what is there to-oo do+
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| What oh-oh-ohoh
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| All creatures great and small,
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| all things wise and wonderful, the lord god made them all
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| Mary, oh tell me what I’m living for,
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| 'Cause I feel like I’m tossed in the river,
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| Oh’have you a son to deliver.
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| I said, Father Washington, you’re all mixed up,
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| Collecting sinners in an old tin cup,
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| you tell the children what you need to know,
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| But, will they listen when it’s time to go.
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| Oh, Sister Robinson, you’re all washed up,
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| Collecting teardrops in a paper cup,
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| Can someone tell me what I need to know,
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| Can someone help me to get on with the show. |