There's a high speed chase on a freeway
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While an old man pushes a broom
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There's a young boy sleepin', a widow weepin'
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And an artist paintin' a tune
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There's an old woman beggin' for money
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While a young kid's locked in his room
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There's a rape victim screamin'
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A little child dreamin' about growin' up too soon
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And the world keeps movin' around
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Yeah, the world keeps beatin' you down
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With every beat of the drum the Kingdom will come
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And free anyone who is bound
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There's a fat man walkin' his dog
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And there's a dead man in a tomb
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A teenager cruisin'
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A lawyer who's losin'
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And a junkie fillin' a spoon
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He knows there's pain, but there is healing on His wings
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His time's not come, but when it does we will sing
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In His heart and in His eyes with every tear-drop He calls your name
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And He says I want you home, my child
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Til then, there'll be pain
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And as the world keeps movin' around
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You know His love can always be found
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Within a beat of His heart the darkness must part
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As the chains fall to the ground
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Freedom... freedom
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(There's a police raid down at the beach house
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There's a wino about to consume
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And a crime committed
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A defendant acquitted
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And a dog that's barkin' at the moon)
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Freedom... freedom... freedom
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The World (Keeps Movin' Around)
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| Bloodgood |
