| Heaven won’t hold me
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| so I’ll need heaven no more.
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| Heaven won’t hold me.
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| I won’t need heaven any more.
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| No. No. No.
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| The greatest story ever told
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| won’t break my heart or prepossess my soul.
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| Money won’t hold me.
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| I’ll be imprisoned no more.
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| Possessions won’t tie me down the way they do —
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| won’t be imprisoned any more.
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| No. No. No.
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| The checkout line keeps moving on
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| and this despair may last 'til kingdom come.
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| Folks we’re always on our own,
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| stumbling up our endless, winding roads.
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| Some folks act as if they know
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| where they are and where they’re gonna go.
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| Let us pray for a working class hero.
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| What a sham and a lie and a joke.
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| Anybody can see that nobody is free, and that’s all.
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| Some are as equal as others.
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| Others more equal than most.
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| But everyone goes to their place I suppose.
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| And that’s all, that’s all, that’s all.
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| Heaven won’t hold me. |
| I won’t need heaven any more. |