| Well I seen you out there parading
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| In the streets of your distant land
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| In your strange caps and clothing
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| Shouting, «I don’t’t understand.»
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| But you, you look so loaded
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| It’s somethin' I can’t feel
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| But I’m into some God action
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| And maybe yours is real
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| 'Cos I’m falling
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| I need your God on my side
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| I need your God on my side
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| Well I see you objecting so strongly
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| To the ways of the liberal disease
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| And your armchair satisfaction
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| As you narrow the meaning of free
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| And I dream of a home that is tidy
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| And a church full of money bees
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| And I wonder about the suppression
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| That you get when you’re down on your knees
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| And I’m falling
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| I need your God on my side
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| I need your God on my side
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| God on my side ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| God on my side ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| God on my side ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| God on my side ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Well I see you thought we could change the world
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| If we gather round and pray
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| But it’s just like sending one letter
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| To more than just one place
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| But, «Dear God can you help us»
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| Must be the opening phrase
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| Cos we’re falling
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| Need your God on my side
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| One I can call my own
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| I need my God on your side
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| Make a happy home
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| We need their God on our side
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| In search of him I will roam
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| Need our God on our side
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| Mine got up and left home
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| You need our God on your side
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| Ooh ooh ooh |