He was a born again, gone again man.
He was a scorned again, soar again man.
He said “I have things that haunt me so.”
Please just leave, I’d rather stay than just go,
I’d rather pray than just know.
… And can’t you see I’ve got my cross to tow?
He was a born again, gone again man.
He was a throne again, thorn again man.
Can’t you see he’s been saved?
Can’t you see he’s been raised?
He’s been shown the light,
And it’s awfully bright,
And it’s an awful sight, to be beside.
Oh, he’s a born again, gone again man.
He’s an atoned again, alone again man.
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