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Bethlehem is my kind of town |
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No matter what is born there |
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Most men find their knees on the ground |
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Most men find their knees on the ground |
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And Bethany's a pilgrim |
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She's there by daylight |
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I thought she was one of the children |
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But now she's the mother of dreams I can't wake from |
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Now she's the mother of night |
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The night lulls in |
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On Biblical Lands |
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And it stands for all I'm missing |
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And it steals my mind with a half-smile |
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And it deals the North out in black piles |
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And it reels me hard 'round the past while |
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I think maybe I could belong there, too |
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In Bethlehem, it's my kind of town |
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With rooftops where the tar is warm |
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Where I'm so lonesome I could drown |
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And no one would kneel themselves down |
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To fish me |
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Save maybe Bethany |
