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Wicked, wicked
From the mouth i spout - o lord
Don' let these thoughts come out
My knees they knock and my feet they fail
The thoughts i think i see your face turn pale
Take my hand an' you will see - the one in the wayback
Take my hand an' you will be the one atop the swayback
Your word so pretty
Yes i love that sound
My heart like a hammer does pound
My breath it leaves me to speak it
My legs they tremble to the ground
Wish i was a bible thumpin' fool
Ye from the old school
A mind as narrow as the road i walk
Always upright when i talk but
Take my hand and you will see...
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