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We have all been cursed by the dark horse |
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Second chances few and far between |
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There's no halo hanging up above me |
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The ministry is equal to the disease |
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(Let's go down into the water) |
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Hear the choir on the shoreline sing |
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(The Mississippi ain't the river Jordan) |
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It won't wash me clean |
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Harvest moon hanging in the night sky |
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Medicine is flowing through my veins |
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(Take that anyway you want to) |
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I would consider it some sage advice |
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(There's a devil sitting on my shoulder) |
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He's speaking to me tonight |
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There is a struggle inside me, salvation keeps pulling me |
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I go back and forth and back again |
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A thousand pills won't cure my bad luck |
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I think this is who I was born to be |
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Another day standing at the crossroads |
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The holy ghost creeping up on me |
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(Let's go down into the water) |
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Hear the choir on the shoreline sing |
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(The Mississippi ain't the river Jordan) |
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It won't wash me clean |
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There is a struggle inside me, salvation keeps pulling me |
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I go back and forth and back again |
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(There's a revelation when you come undone and your |
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Whole world comes unwound) |
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I'm unwound it keeps coming |
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(Every shadow comes from the sun) |
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So let the sun shine down upon me |
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Salvation keeps pulling me |
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I go back and forth and back again |
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Let the circle be unbroken swing low sweet chariot |
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Stuck in this broken life trying to be divine in the eyes of God |
