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WHEN THE SHYFOLK FINALLY GET IT ON
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How beautiful the accidents of harmony
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When voices trust themselves enough to sing
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We're all a little too good at advisingI hope to see the sunrise on that day
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When we admit we're all just improvising
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And all the handbooks finally get thrown awayA time will come when
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we're not scared of dealingOf hearts enthralled by opportunity
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And love won't have no walls, no floors, no ceiling
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We'll all be stoned on possibilityBridge:But right now, this is something
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Like time that we're spendingAnd I don't think
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That we're getting our money's worthGuilt - piled up like some debtNever ending
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The rent is steepWe need to seed the soil till meekdom has it's day
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And skins are shed from all the shyer bones
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No longer will our muses form the traffic jam
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We'll feel the flow arise from timid tones
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WHEN THE SHYFOLK FINALLY GET IT ON
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| Bourbon Tabernacle Choir |
