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09.Sophia |
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Oh I have been wondering |
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Where I have been pondering |
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Where I''ve been lately''s no concern of yours |
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Who''s been touching my skin |
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Who have I been letting |
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Shy and tired eyed am I today |
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I''m wounded by dust |
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Oh I have been wondering |
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Where I have been pondering |
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Where I''ve been lately''s no concern of yours |
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Who''s been touching my skin |
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Who have I been letting |
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Shy and tired eyed am I today |
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Sometimes I sit, sometimes I stare |
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Sometimes they look and sometimes I don''t care |
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Rarely I weep, sometimes I must |
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I''m wounded by dust |
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the When bell toll, when the bell gon'' chime |
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You better call for your woman up high |
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And when the bell tolls for your last day, |
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You''ll be getting down on your knees to pray |
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I''m a good woman and I never did say |
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Whatever it was that you did that day |
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I''m not a woman to go and place blame |
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But you said that it was coming on judgement day |
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Sophia |
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I''m wounded by dust |
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When the bell toll, when the bell gon'' chime |
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You better call for your woman up high |
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And when the bell tolls for your last day, |
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You''ll be getting down on your knees to pray |
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I''m a good woman and I never did say |
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Whatever it was that you did that day |
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I''m not a woman to go and place blame |
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But you said that it was coming on judgement day |
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Sophia |
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I''m wounded by dust |
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Now Sophia |
