Well I'd like to hang out
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But I can tell that you're not a drinking crowd
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I got places to go, people to see
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I got a thirst that would make the ocean proud
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Hey brother, hey sister
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Don't you see a crack form in the dam
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For a loser, no one can touch him
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He's out slipping through Jesus' hands
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I'm walking in circles in a waiting room
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For a welcome I don't feel in my soul
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I watch the time pass, it pours in my glass
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I drink it down, blood from a stone
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Hey brother, hey sister
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Don't you see a crack form in the dam
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For a loser, no one can touch him
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He's out slipping through Jesus' hands
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Looking for love in all the wrong places
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The sidewalks and the sky
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Looking for something that no one can give me
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And no one can help me buy
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Oh brother, oh sister
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Don't you see a crack form in the dam
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For a loser, no one can touch him
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He's out slipping through Jesus' hands
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Well I'd like to hang out
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But I can tell that you're not a drinking crowd
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I got nowhere to go, no one to see
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I got a thirst that would make the ocean proud
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Jesus' Hands
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American Music Club |