| She floats in air in these three ways
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| You know, you know
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| The road does not trust me to keep
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| Beneath the bushes, the three of us asleep
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| Go into the Lord’s house
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| And go in a mile
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| The world will bow
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| The knees will be broken for those who don’t know how
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| He delights not in the strength of horses
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| He takes no pleasure not in the legs of men
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| He’s a working man and none can stay his hand
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| His are the three faces of time
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| We keep walking and thinking things to talk about
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| Down on our prayers, bones in line
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| Go into the Lord’s house
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| Go in a mile
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| The world will bow
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| The knees will be broken for those who don’t know how
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| He delights not in the strength of horses
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| He takes no pleasure in the cleverness of men |