[Verse 1:]
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Oh Father,
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I wish I had understanding.
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Never known more
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Never been so well informed
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We know the score
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Heard it all before,
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But I've never felt more powerless
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There's so much blood on the streets
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So much hope refused
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So much grainy teenage photographs on the evening news
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Oo, when everywhere's violence
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Silently I go
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[Chorus:]
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Love's on its way
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I hope it won't be too late
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[Verse 2:]
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When the day comes
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And I've counted all my sins
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How mant I'll see
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I want to be able to say that I did more, more than pray
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I did more
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Than just spend my money
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Just writing letters
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Than just going out marching
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I did more than talking and saying the right thing
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Wearing the right thing
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It's time for an uprising
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[Chorus:]
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Love's on its way
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Hope it won't be too late
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Love's on its way
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Love's on its way
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Love's on its way
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Hope it won't be too late
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Love`s On Its Way
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| Corinne Bailey Rae |
