In the middle of the holding out,
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Nobody will be dropped out
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Except fake gods whose faux pas
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Are offsetting bets
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Well who knows yeah who knows
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Which birds will be left,
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To sing and sing and sing for me?
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Well who knows which birds
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Will be left for me?
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Hare came to me
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In the month of August
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Mary loves Sally the most
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Maybe Buddha is the true
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Son of God's kiss
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Maybe you'll never know
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"Woohoo," they sang
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As they crossed the river
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"Woohoo," they said
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As they prayed to Jesus
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Woohoo, the walls fell on Jericho
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Well who knows,
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Yeah who knows
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Which birds will be left,
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To sing and sing
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And sing for me?
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Yeah who knows which birds
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Will be left for me?
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Well no one knows
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"Woohoo," they yelled
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When they came to Mecca
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Beat them as they go
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"Woohoo," they said
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As they read the Vedas
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Leave them, let them go
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Spinning Sufis on their heads
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Are hearing tones of wisdom
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Devilish women warning
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Men of their actions,
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Now bring them
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To you and me
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True Believers
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The Black Angels |