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Preacher went up to the Golden Gate |
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And met God there |
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With the glow of love in his flowing hair |
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I'm dreamin' of a time when love and music |
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Is everywhere |
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Can you see that time comin'? |
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No my son that time has gone |
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There's things to do |
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The world has changed since I first met you |
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Back when The Band played Rock of Ages |
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In their prime |
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And the old juke joint was rockin' |
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Oh Lord, there's so much hate |
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In a world where we're from another place |
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Show me how to be like you |
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See no evil, hear no evil |
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Feel no evil in my heart |
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In my heart, in my aching heart |
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In my heart, in my heart |
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In my old black heart |
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In my heart, in my heart |
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In my beating heart |
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Sky had turned a lotta shades of gray |
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As they walked on |
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And a gentle rain fell down on them |
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They found faith in the way things are and |
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The way things change |
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And they said goodbye like two old friends |
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Take me up to the mountains high |
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Or a building top where the spirits fly |
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Show me how to be like you |
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See no evil, feel no evil |
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Fear no evil in my heart |
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In my heart, in my aching heart |
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In my heart, in my heart |
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In my old black heart |
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In my heart, in my heart |
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In my beating heart |
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Oh Lord, there's so much hate |
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In a world where we're from another place |
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Show me how to live like you |
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See no evil, hear no evil |
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Feel no evil in my heart |
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In my heart, in my aching heart |
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In my heart, in my heart |
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In my old black heart |
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In my heart, in my heart |
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In my beating heart |
