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Within this box there is a gift |
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And with this cane |
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I concentrate |
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And with these shoes |
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I go flying' |
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Til the demons all wake up and come to grips |
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And I take my sins |
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Down to the street |
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To be judged |
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And then I'll let it go |
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And I take my sins |
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Down to the street |
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To be judged |
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And then I'll let it go |
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The water's blue and rushes past me |
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And through the clouds |
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I will lament |
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And if I call, |
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I will deliver |
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Or crack my head on the cement |
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And I take my sins |
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Down to the street |
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To be judged |
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And then I'll let it go |
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And I take my sins |
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Down to the street |
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To be judged |
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And then I'll let it go |
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Yeah, I'll let it go |
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And I take my sins |
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Down to the street |
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To be judged |
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And then I'll let it go |
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And I take my sins |
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Down to the street |
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To be judged |
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And then I'll let it go |
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Yeah, let it go now |
