I've been thinking on my wandering, on the way home from your house, that I love you, and why i do, and if there'll ever be someone else, Your young and your stable, stand up to your labour, Your young and your able, but your need you a saviour, oh you need you a saviour. Young believers, come and see her, she has pushed him, to the ground, though with one hand, he could break her, with one hand split her in two.
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