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She was his girl, he was her boyfriend |
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She'd be his wife and make him her husband |
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A surprise on the way, any day, any day |
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One healthy and little giggling, dribbling baby boy |
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The wise men came, three made their way |
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To shower him with love while he lay in the hay |
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Shower him with love, love, love |
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Love, love, love, love, love was all around |
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Not very much of his childhood was known |
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Kept his mother |
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Mary, worried always out on his own |
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He met another |
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Mary, who for a reasonable fee |
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Less than reputable was known to be |
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His heart was full of love, love, love |
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Love, love, love, love, love was all around |
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When Jesus |
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Christ was nailed to his tree |
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Said, Oh, |
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Daddy, oh, |
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I can see how it all soon will be |
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I came to shed a little light on this darkening sea |
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Instead I fear |
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I've spilled the blood of my children all around |
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The blood of our children all around |
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The blood of our children all around |
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So I'm told, so the story goes |
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The people then knew they were less than golden hearted |
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Gamblers and robbers, drinkers and jokers |
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But all soul searchers just like you and me, like you and me |
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Rumors insisted that he soon would be |
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For his deviations taken into custody |
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By the authorities, less informed than he |
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Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers |
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Searching for love, love, love |
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Love, love, love, love, love was all around |
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Preparations were made for |
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His celebration day |
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He said eat this bread but think of it as me |
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Drink this wine and dream |
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It will be the blood of our children all around |
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The blood of our children all around |
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The blood of our children all around |
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Father, up above, why in all this anger |
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Do you fill us up with love, love, love? |
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Love, love, love, love, love is all around |
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And Father, up above, why in all this hatred |
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Do you fill us up with love, love, love |
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Love, love, love, love, love is all around |
