Well, I'm hanging on to a solid rock
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Made before the foundation of the world
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And won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go
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And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
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For me He was chastised, for me He was hated
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For me He was rejected by a world that He created
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Nations are angry, coursed are some
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People are expecting a false peace to come.
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Well, I'm hanging on to a solid rock
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Made before the foundation of the world
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And won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go
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And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
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It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit
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Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it
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Using all the devices under the sun
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And He never give up 'til the battle's lost or won.
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Well, I'm hanging on to a solid rock
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Made before the foundation of the world
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And won't let go, and I can't let go, won't let go
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And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
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Solid Rock
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| Bob Dylan |
