| Up and down my back, my spine, in my brain
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| It injures me, babe…
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| Anger, can make you old, yes it can
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| I said anger, can make you sick, children… oh Jesus
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| Anger destroys your soul
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| Rage, there’s no room for rage in there
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| There’s no room for rage in here
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| line up some place to go to be mad
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| It’s a sin to treat your body bad
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| When anger really gets the best of us We’ve really lost our heads
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| We often say a lof of things, oh darlin'
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| Wish we’d never said
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| Oh, reason is beyond control
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| And the things we do spite
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| Makes me ashamed
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| And I mean this, baby, makes me want to the things right
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| Someday soon I hope and pray like Jesus
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| I’ll reach that wiser age
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| Hope I will learn I really never never profit
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| >From things I do in rage
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| One more time-anger, more ager
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| When it’s flaming hot
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| Anger burns to the bitter end
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| Know what i’m talkin' 'bout
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| When it cools I find out too late
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| I have lost at love, love, love, dear friend
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| I said, anger will make you sick,
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| children, oh Jesus
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| Anger destroys your soul
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| I ain’t gonna let you get the best of me, babe
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| I’m gonna go somewhere and cool
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| This is not the way my head’s supposed to be, babe
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| You’ve got me feelin' like some silly fool
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| But I know a real nice place where I can go And feel the way i’m supposed to feel
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| I don’t want to be mad at nobody
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| I don’t want to be feelin' bad
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| Up and down my back, my spine, in my brain
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| It injures me, babe
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| Anger, can make you old, yes it can
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| I said anger will make you sick, children, oh Jesus
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| Anger destroys your soul
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| Anger
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| Anger |