Pure, this must be, it has to be.
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Pure, let's make this pure,
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(Do you mean it?) Yes I do,
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(Then let's sing it) Certainly, but
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First bare your hearts and cleanse your souls
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(And then?) Let's try and make this precious, like this.
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Let's make this precious.
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We're striving over here
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(Ever nearer?) I think so
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(Visions clearer) of course, of course.
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But still we must forsake all to win
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(All temptation?) everything (for salvation?) now you're talking
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Then let this apply to all we do
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(And then?) Our striving will guide us
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And somehow I think that we'll win.
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Let's make this precious,
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First let's hear somebody sing me a record
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That cries pure and true.
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No not those guitars. They're too noisy and crude.
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The kind that convinces refuses to leave,
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There's no need to turn it up.
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If it's pure I'll feel it from here
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Let's make this precious, (I think we probably will)
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Let's make this precious, (I think we probably will)
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Let's Make This Precious
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| Dexy's Midnight Runners |
