Gather up in the arms of your pity
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The sick, the depraved, the desperate, the tired
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All the scum of out weary city
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Gather up in the arms of your love
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Those who expect no love from above
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I ask you this, which way to turn
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I ask you this, which sin to bear
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Which crown to put upon my hair
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I do not know, I do not know
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I wait to take the hand of love, with every one you gather up
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I wait to take the hand of love,
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Come every one, come gather up
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There's lonely people in the lonely night
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They grab a lonely dream and they hold it tight
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There's lonely people in the lonely day
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Who work to sit their dream away
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So I ask you this, which way to turn
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I ask you this, which sin to bear
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Which crown to put upon my hair
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I do not know, I do not know
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I wait to take the hand of love, with every one you gather up
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I wait to take the hand of love,
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Come every one, come gather up
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Won't you gather in your arms, gather in your arms
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Gather Up
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Peter Bradley Adams |