| Times like these, I sit and wonder
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| Lord it really can’t be right
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| That a love like theirs, so pure and so divine
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| Suffers one more lonely night
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| For her faith could move a mountain,
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| And make a blind man see.
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| She won’t linger in the valley of despair,
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| As she fights to set him free.
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| So may his spirit never die,
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| Or his heart be broke in two,
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| For the faithful far and wide
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| See the daylight breaking through.
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| So man don’t cry.
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| Such a clear case of injustice,
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| Matched with virtue unsurpassed.
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| How I long to hear the news that we all wait for,
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| Johnny’s coming home at last.
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| So may his spirit never die,(don't let them take you),
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| Or his heart be broke in two,(don't let them break you)
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| For the faithful far and wide,(we'll never forsake you)
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| See the daylight breaking through,
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| So man don’t cry.
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| I hope he knows he’s still in our prayers,
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| I only hope he knows that they are people here who care.
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| So may his spirit never die,(don't let them take you)
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| Or his heart be torn in two,(don't let them break you),
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| For the faithful far and wide,(we'll never forsake you),
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| See the daylight breaking through
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| So man don’t cry. |