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