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Now I lay me down to sleep |
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I pray the Lord my soul to keep. |
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And every moment I'm awake |
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I pray the Lord my soul to take. |
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Now as I walk down this winding road, |
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I need you to lighten the load. |
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Hey, now, take my hand, |
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I'll lead you to the Promised Land. |
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One cold December, |
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So long ago, |
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We watched the snow cling to the trees. |
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Your lips were so warm |
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As you kissed my hand |
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We would have sailed the seven seas. |
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But when you walked away, |
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Said you could not stay, |
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And love lay dying like a wounded dove. |
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But if you come back now, |
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I will take your hand |
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And lead you to the Promised Land. |
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Are you feeling lonely? |
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Do you need a friend? |
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Well, is the pain too much to stand? |
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The seeds of love |
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Are sown inside |
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And the memories of our lives will guide our hand. |
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So as you fly away |
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I will sing the day |
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And meet you in the Promised Land. |
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Take my hand to the Promised Land. |
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But when you walked away, |
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Said you could not stay, |
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And love lay bleeding like a wounded dove. |
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But if it needs to be |
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Then I will set you free. |
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And meet you in the Promised Land. |
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Take my hand to the Promised Land. |
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Now I lay me down to sleep, |
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I pray the Lord my soul to keep. |
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And every moment I'm awake |
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I pray the Lord your soul to take. |
