| «Son,» said the preacher «'fore I break the news
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| Let me take you to the heart of this promised land»
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| Built on the green hill far away
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| Where somebody cried Somebody died in the wind
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| You don’t have to run to the palaces of gold
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| Bricks and mortar one day must surely fall
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| And son you will look Monroe right between the eyes
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| And pray that somehow
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| Someone’s gonna come along
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| And save her, save her soul
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| AND WE’RE GONNA
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| SHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKY
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| SHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH
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| PREACHER TEACHER
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| PREACHER TEACHER
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| It’s in the hearts it’s in the soul
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| Look no further than your own backyard
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| Live your life as it should be lived
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| Follow your heart for the truth is everlasting
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| And the wine runs cold in the blood of men
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| The bread is dry, stale pushed in the back of your mind
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| And the senator’s dream is running wild today
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| And the big duke’s star in death
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| Still fighting off the hounds of hell
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| For we all fall short of the glory my friend
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| Even all the king’s horses and all the king’s business men
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| I’ve got a golden eagle flying high
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| But I and I still find it hard to keep the wolves at bay
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| AND WE’RE GONNA
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| SHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKY
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| SHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH
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| PREACHER TEACHER
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| PREACHER TEACHER
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| It’s in the hearts it’s in the soul
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| Look no further than your own backyard
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| Live your life as it should be lived
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| Follow your heart for the truth is everlasting
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| AND WE’RE GONNA
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| SHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKY
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| SHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH
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| AND WE’RE GONNA
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| SHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKY
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| SHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH
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| (Preacher)
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| This train is bound for glory
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| This train
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| It’s pulling away
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| Right away, Right away, Right away
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| I’m born tonight
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| Yeah we’ve got to ------ child
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| And over here
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| A young man, I call him the leader of our band
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| I name our band The Quarrymen
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| Yes that’s right, Sirs
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| And also, we’ve got the harmonica band
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| Yeah, come aboard, come aboard
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| IT IS FINISHED |