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I'll ring your doorbell until You let me in and I can go no longer where 'you' end and "I" begin
Grape on the vine, we've been alone a long time.
Grape on the vine why not be crushed to make wine?
Pay no attention to me dancing with my girl - we have every intention to be failures in this world
Grape on the vine... (all is the same to the souls of those so much resigned)
The son of the widow you raised from the dead - where did his soul go when he died again?
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