| There is a part of the Lord inside of me
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| And he’s being cheated constantly
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| Dirt flowing in water running out
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| There is always something to talk about
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| Or around water flowing down
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| O my Lord, are you in need of a partner to lean on?
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| In the morning dawn
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| And when the cock crows twice
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| It’s long enough to wake some part of the world
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| In the mid-century when the West was bleeding constantly
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| And there in the East, all flooded with light
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| A man in the water, pulling out songs
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| Singing just out of eyesight
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| Or in town, water drying out
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| O my friend, are you in need of a shoulder to sleep on?
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| Make our message know that we will not be spit on
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| When we’re finally moving on
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| When the cock crows twice on the front lawn
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| May the message become bronze
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| Let the people have some words to rest their weary eyes on
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| In the morning dawn
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| When the cock crows twice
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| It’s long enough to wake some part of the world
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| That’s gilded and unsure
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| And that’s strong but losing touch
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| There is a dog in the captain’s belly barking to us |