(Ian Hunter/Verden Allen)
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God ain't jive
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For I can see his love
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As it runs alive
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'N one by one
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Through fields of rusted wire
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The war has just begun
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Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove
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Who cares not for fame just for shy love
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'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no
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He's still here, you are not alone
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Correct your heads
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For there's a new song rising
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High above the waves
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Go write your time
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Go sing it on the streets
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Go tell the world, but you go brave
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Oh my sweet instant Christian you are such a sly clown
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Too many questions, no replies now
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'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no
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He's still here, you are not alone
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I got an idea
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Go tell the superstar
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All his hairs are turning grey
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Star-spangled fear
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As all the people disappear
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The limelight fades away
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Cos if you think you are a star
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For so long they'll come from near and far
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But you'll forget just who you are (yes you will)
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You ain't the nazz
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You're just a buzz
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Some kinda temporary
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Cross over shame like the wise dove
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Who cares not for fame just for shy love
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Oh-oh, my sweet instant Christian you are such a sly clown
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Too many questions, no replies now
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'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne. Oh no.
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He's still here, you are not alone, you are not alone.
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Hymn For The Dudes
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| Mott the Hoople |
