| I can’t give up I heard him say, the day he left
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| Fadin' footsteps on hot cement
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| I don’t know where he went, but he left in a hurry
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| Sayin' somehing about a mission of mercy
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| Mama hasn’t been sleepin' well at all
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| As she lies stretched out in the hall
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| Waiting for him to call
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| Now the mercy of his missioon still isn’t quite clear
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| A different angle than what it would appear
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| I don’t know where he went, but he left in a hurry
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| He sayin' something about a mission of mercy
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| Mama hasn’t been sleepin' well at all
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| As she lies stretched out in the hall
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| Waiting for him to…
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| Call us please someday
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| At least you could explain
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| Call us please someday
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| I never knew mercy could feel this way
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| Mama hasn’t been sleepin' well at all
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| As she lies stretched out in the hall
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| Doesn’t seem like my mama at all
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| She’s waiting for him to…
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| Call us please someday
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| At least you could explain
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| Call us please someday
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| I never knew mercy could feel this way |