| Good God, if Your song leaves our lips
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| If Your work leaves our hands
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| Then we will be wanderers and vagabonds
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| They will stare and say how empty we are
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| How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men
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| Let us be cold, make us weak
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| Let us because we all have ears
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| Let us because we all have eyes
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| Good God
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| How they knew that this would happen
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| They knew, they knew that this would
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| How they knew that this would happen
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| They knew, they knew that this would
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| (Were so run down)
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| How they knew that this would happen
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| They knew, they knew that this would
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| (Were so run down)
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| How they knew that this would happen
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| They knew, they knew that this would
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| Good God, can You still get us home?
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| Good God, can You still get us home?
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| Good God, can You still get us home?
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| Good God, can You still get us home?
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| Good God, can You still get us home?
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| Good God, can You still get us home?
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| Good God, can You still get us home?
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| Good God, can You still get us home?
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| Still get us home
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| How can we still get home?
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| How can we still get home?
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| (Im not dreaming)
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| How can we still get home?
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| How can we still get home?
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| We’re forgetting our forgiveness
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| (We're forgetting our forgiveness)
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| We’re forgetting our forgiveness
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| (We're forgetting our forgiveness) |