| Praise The Lord
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| By Poi Dog Pondering
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| Wishing Like A Mountain and Thinking Like the Sea
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| Columbia CK 45 403 1990
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| «Praise the Lord,» he said to me
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| And he seemed quite happy
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| He seemed quite at ease
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| And I said … «Yeah.»
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| Cause I was just down at the sea
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| And it occurred to me
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| That I like to feel it knock me down
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| Twist and throw and churn me around
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| 'Cause it’s the mother ocean
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| And I’m just one of her sons
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| And she can do just what she wants to me
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| And I know she does nothing purposely
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| I must respect, that goes unsaid
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| But it’s all just a twist of fate
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| And I know about heaven’s gate
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| 'Cause I’ve seen it, but not up close
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| And I know it ain’t no pearly white
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| And I know that I’ll be nothing there
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| Just food for fish and twisting worms
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| But that’s just fine with me
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| 'Cause when I’m being tossed by the sea
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| I can feel a force greater than Misery
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| Greater than my stupid job
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| Greater than our stupid Bomb
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| And a time comes to mind without complexity
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| And she can do just what she wants to me
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| And I know she does nothing purposely
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| I must respect, that goes unsaid
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| But it’s all just a twist of fate
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| So don’t tell me about the Land of Nod
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| Where we are supposed to sit at the right hand of God
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| Where the Lion will lay down the the lamb
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| 'Cause you know damn well he’ll eat him if he can
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| The Lion doesn’t wanna be pacified
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| With promises of an endless life
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| 'Cause he knows it’s not that way
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| He’s not detached he sees it everyday —
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| The birth, the death and the decay
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| The birth, the death and the decay
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| And he accepts, and sees that it’s OK —
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| He would eat us for our elitist ways |