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Gone are the lovers |
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That died of a broken heart |
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And gone are the others |
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That lost right from the start |
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But I'm free, Lord, I'm free |
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And I'm better off than they |
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For I'm off to taste the love |
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That's passed my way |
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There's a church on the corner |
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His House, or so they say |
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Lord, they tie them every Sunday |
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Givin' tin for the sins next day |
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You good people say that I'm a twisted man |
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And that I don't know right from wrong |
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But I know my God |
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And I know my Father's call |
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How can you let your problems |
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Keep you down under |
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When you know the answer |
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Right from the start? |
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Take a look around in any direction |
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It follows from your heart |
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Gone is the sadness |
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Lyin' in a broken heart |
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And gone is the madness |
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That lines itself in part |
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But I'm free, Lord, I'm free |
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And I know myself at last |
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And it's yours to learn |
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Before the future's passed |
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How can you let your problems |
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Keep you down under |
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When you know the answer |
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Right from the start? |
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Take one look around |
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The answer's "no wonder," |
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'Cause it follows from your heart |
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Gone is the sadness |
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That lies in a broken heart |
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And gone is the madness |
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That lines itself in part |
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Well, I'm satisfied in lovin', Lord |
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I know myself at last |
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And it's yours to learn |
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Before the future's passed |