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river jordan, won't you wake my pharoah |
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so he can teach my people |
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to walk the straight and narrow |
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come lie beside me |
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in a horse drawn carriage |
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drug through the thorns |
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past the morgue, past the parish |
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oh lord i wanna go |
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back to the land that i once knew |
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far past these fields of bloody snow |
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back to the sand |
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back to the sand |
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back home again |
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**** the news |
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**** the house of blues |
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**** my whole career |
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you don't want me here |
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let me know |
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where my love ones go |
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it's not fair to keep it hid |
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tell me what i did |
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take me back |
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to when the world was black |
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before the sun was made |
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a picnic in the shade |
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oh lord, oh lord, i wanna go |
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back to the land i once knew |
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far past these fields of bloody snow |
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back to the sand |
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back to the sand |
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back home again |
