| Sixteen days in Bethlehem
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| Peddling dope to keep drinking wine
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| Pulling women, making gigs
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| Steerin' clear and doin' fine
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| I moved on down to Galilee
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| Trying to find a few new friends
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| I’m throwin' aces everywhere
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| Trying to forget the end
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| So hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I’m slippin' through
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| Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I beg of You
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| I’m cruising through Jerusalem
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| Dust is flyin' everywhere
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| I’m dodging bullets, making time
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| On the level, in the square
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| They say you kissed your best friend’s hand
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| They say you did it for his love
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| They say he got in agony
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| The hand fits well into the glove
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| Woah, hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I’m slippin' through
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| Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I beg of You
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| Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I’m slippin' through
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| Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I beg of You
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| Ohh, hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I’m slippin' through
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| Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I beg of You
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| Hold me Lord, oh hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I’m slippin' through
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| Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
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| Hold me tight, I beg of You |