The Temple

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Roll on up, for my price is down
 Come on in for the best in town
 Take your pick from the finest wines
 Lay your bets on this mat of mine
 Roll on up, for my price is down
 Come on in for the best in town
 Take your pick from the finest wines
 Lay your bets on this mat of mine
 Name your price - I got everything
 Come and buy, it's all going fast
 Borrow cash on the finest terms
 Hurry now while stocks still last
 Roll on up, for my price is down
 Come on in for the best in town
 Take your pick from the finest wines
 Lay your bets on this mat of mine
 Roll on up, for my price is down
 Come on in for the best in town
 Take your pick from the finest wines
 Lay your bets on this mat of mine
 Name your price - I got everything
 Come and buy, it's all going fast
 Borrow cash on the finest terms
 Hurry now while stocks still last
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 Roll on up, for my price is down
 Come on in for the best in town
 Take your pick from the finest wines
 Lay your bets on this mat of mine
 Roll on up, for my price is down
 Come on in for the best in town-
 My temple should be a house of prayer
 But you have made it a den of thieves!
 Get out!
 Get out!
 ♪
 My time is almost through
 Little left to do
 After all, I've tried for three years
 Seems like thirty
 Seems like thirty
 See my eyes, I can hardly see
 See me stand, I can hardly walk
 I believe you can make me whole
 See my tongue, I can hardly talk
 See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
 See my legs, I can hardly stand
 I believe you can make me well
 See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
 Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
 Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
 Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
 Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
 See my eyes, I can hardly see
 See me stand, I can hardly walk
 I believe you can make me whole
 See my tongue, I can hardly talk
 See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
 See my legs, I can hardly stand
 I believe you can make me well
 See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
 Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
 Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
 Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
 Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
 See my eyes, I can hardly see
 See me stand, I can hardly walk
 I believe you can make me whole
 See my tongue, I can hardly talk
 See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
 See my legs, I can hardly stand
 I believe you can make me well
 See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
 Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
 Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
 Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
 Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
 See my eyes, I can hardly see (There's too-)
 See me stand, I can hardly walk (There's too many of you!)
 I believe you can make me whole (Don't push me)
 See my tongue, I can hardly talk (Don't push me)
 See my skin, I'm a mass of blood (There's too little of me)
 See my legs, I can hardly stand (Don't -)
 I believe you can make me well (Don't crowd me)
 See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man (Don't crowd me!)
 Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ? (Ahh!)
 Won't you touch me and heal me, Christ?
 Will you kiss, will you cure me, Christ?
 Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
 Heal yourselves!
 

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Duration
04:53
Key
2
Tempo
97 BPM

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