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When times get rough,
and my soul has lost its fire,
I turn to god, my adored one, my desire.
And when times are dark,
and my candle has lost its flame,
I turn to god and call his name.
My god, my adored one
my king, my desire,
my tongue can voice my thanks,
voice my thanks to thee.
My god, my adored one
my king, my desire,
my tongue can voice my thanks,
voice my thanks to thee.
My god, my adored one
my king, my desire,
my tongue can voice my thanks,
voice my thanks to thee.
My god, my adored one, my king, my desire,
my tongue can voice my thanks, voice my thanks to thee.
My god, my adored one, my king, my desire,
my tongue can voice my thanks, voice my thanks to thee.
Oh, oh... Oh, yeah... Yeah, yeah...
My god, my adored one, my king, my desire,
my tongue can voice my thanks,
my tongue can voice my thanks,
my tongue can voice my thanks,
voice my thanks to thee.
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- The Good Hours