Ode to joy, my lover boy's speaking in tongues
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And the sky's bleeding gray
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Now I pull my bag o' prayers out
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I hope to find one to save the day
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And he judged my love, my lust
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My taste with the straightest face
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As I crumple up inside
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A papier-mache, a shell with no name
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Sweet chariot
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Come, come, take me away from my fear
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Sweet chariot
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Come, I have to get out of here
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And he took me further than I wanted to go
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Underneath his shoe
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And it leaves me hungry for a touch I can't feel
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A touch he won't do
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And I thought the circle, it had an end
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I'm old enough to know
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My denial is how we began and how we will end
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And now that I know
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Sweet chariot
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Come, come, take me away from my fear
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Sweet chariot
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Come, I have to get out of here
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Oh, the blood that's in my veins
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So cold and frozen from the stings
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Oh, he comes and goes in waves
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Am I really here?
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Sweet chariot
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Come, come, take me away from my fear
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Sweet chariot
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Can we leave him a trail of my tears?
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Sweet chariot
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It's been, it's been the longest of years
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Sweet chariot
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Sweet Chariot
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| Charlotte Martin |
