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I surely knew it was a trap ye
but my hands they would not listen
I shoulda known your words was flap
Comin' out all sweet and drippin'
O so where could I go ~ yes but to the lord
I been to your house an seen what you adore
I left there stiff - stiff as a board
Where could I go but to the lord
When will I hurt for heaven's sake
When will I suffer for the sake of heaven
All my love
well it is madness
freely given to folks with gladness
I will not live and die - no not by the sword
Taste and see that the lord is good
Let's bend our knees like we know we should
We can't see clear ~ our eyes are made of wood
Taste an see boy that the lord is good
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