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Thrill of it All (5:55)
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Yeah! Sey
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Inclination of DIE-rection, walk the turn and (twist adrift / twisted rift)
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With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift
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Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying (cry / eye)
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Many deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die
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Won't ya help me Mr. Jesus?
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Won't ya tell me if you can?
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When ya see this world we live in
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Do ya still believe in man?
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If my psalms become my freedom
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And my freedom turns to gold
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Then I'll ask the final question
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If the answer could be sold
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Well that's my story and I'm stickin' to it
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'Cos I've got no reason to lie, yeah
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Forget your problems that don't even exist
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And I'll show you a way to get high
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Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
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So come alive you know ( you're magic / you matter ) to me
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Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah
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Time to stop all your messin' around
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Don't you think that I know my own mind?
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Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
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Why can't you believe it's right here to be seen
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Do you always have to be told, yeah
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Will you have a thought or did you find (its been (bought/rot)/it in god,)
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Long before your answer was sold
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Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah.
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Thrill of it All (5:55)
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| Black Sabbath |
