| My baby don’t love me no more
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| The power I held is unsure
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| And the devil is working inside
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| But I’ve broke that mold once or twice
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| And the wings of angels roam my back
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| So I keep looking inward to keep this task on track
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| I’m gonna get out there, get out there, get out there
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| Babe I’m gonna reap, babe I’m gonna reap a soul
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| I’m gonna get out there, get out there, get out there
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| Babe I’m gonna reap, babe I’m gonna reap a soul
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| I’ve seen dust turn to city
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| I’ve seen holy men wage wars
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| Yet I’m here waiting patiently
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| For all the banging on my door
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| You can come inside if you want to
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| You can come inside if you need
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| But you can’t ask for more
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| Nothing makes the best of us
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| That can’t be so
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| I’m gonna get out there, get out there, get out there
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| Babe I’m gonna reap, babe I’m gonna reap a soul
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| I’m gonna get out there, get out there, get out there
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| Babe I’m gonna reap, babe I’m gonna reap a soul
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| I’m gonna get out there, get out there, get out there
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| Babe I’m gonna reap, babe I’m gonna reap a soul
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| I’m gonna get out there, get out there, get out there
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| Babe I’m gonna reap, babe I’m gonna reap a soul |