| In search of grace
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| But I can’t find no trace
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| How could she just disappear from the street?
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| Some remember, none recall
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| Just when she slipped off the radar
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| It was somewhere between sixty-seven or -eight
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| Men, they are concerned with her fate
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| People lit up when they saw her face
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| All was well with a sense of place
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| In search of grace
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| But I can’t find no trace
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| How could she just disappear from our streets?
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| Some remember, none recall
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| Just when she went off the radar
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| Somewhere between sixty-seven or -eight
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| Don’t know what happened, became of her fate
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| Got to get back to that sacred space
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| in search of grace
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| All the people lit up when they saw her face
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| All was with a sense of place
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| Somebody said she went away
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| Well, I’m always searching for grace
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| It was somewhere between sixty-seven or -eight
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| She seemed to disappear from our state
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| Some remember, none recall
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| Just when she went off the radar
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| All the people lit up when they saw her lovely face
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| All was well, all was well with a sense of place
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| All was remembered, peace in the night
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| Well, I’m always searching for grace |