She knows I'm leaving
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And might not come home
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We may lose pebbles from our family stone
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I'll do my duty
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I won't back down
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But in truth, I'd rather stay around
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Please Lord
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Can we come to our senses
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Lord
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And start mending our fences
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Lord
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And look through much brighter lenses
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Lord
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I'll send more money to ya
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Pray for me Hallelujah
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She knows I'm leaving
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And prays that she
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Can root the branches of our family tree
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My mother wears
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Her worries in her hair
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But these are the thorns that the rose must bear
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Please Lord
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Can we come to our senses
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Lord
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And start mending our fences
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Lord
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And look through much brighter lenses
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Lord
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I'll send more money to ya
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Pray for me Hallelujah
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PS:
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Wait for me baby until I fall
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She Knows I'm Leaving
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Terence Trent D'arby |