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Chauncey Packer
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Briana Hunter
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Latonia Moore
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Denisha Ballew
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Walter Russell III
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Yannick Nézet-Séguin
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The Metropolitan Opera Orchestra
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Terence Blanchard
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Letras
I get on my knees, pray to the Lord to make me strong
Ask to be a righteous man when I wake up in the morn
Get up to a brand new day, be the best man that I can be
When I start to sin again, ain't even half past three
But the Lord love the sinner
What else can I think but the Lord love the sinner in me?
Lord love the sinner, Lord love the sinner
What else can I think but the Lord love the sinner in me?
I get down on my knees, pray to God to atone
When I wake up in the morn, I forget I ain't alone
Then he open his eyes
Slip a hand 'tween my thighs
And I let it slip my mind that my man has a wife
But the Lord love the sinner, Lord love the sinner
What else can I think but the Lord love the sinner in me?
Lord love the sinner, Lord love the sinner
What else can I think but the Lord love the sinner in me?
This town ain't got much, but it's got a source of pride
Little ways down the road, they shot down Bonnie and Clyde
As the bullets shook the car, they looked in each other's eyes
Said, "We had a good run, but if this is how we die"
"We know the Lord love the sinner, Lord love the sinner"
"We had lots of fun 'cause the Lord love the sinner in me"
Lord love the sinner, Love love the sinner
We had lots of fun 'cause the Lord love the sinner in me
Stay here, baby
You don't need to see
You better hope the Lord love a sinner or you two gonna burn
Let God sort it out, Verna
Ain't no business of yours
If the Lord don't strike you down, your woman might
He may love a sinner, but Billie love her man and she fixin' for a fight
Billie, I told you, she on him like a cat scratching its behind
I can see for myself, Verna, I ain't blind
Ruby, I hope you good with your maker, gal, 'cause you 'bout to die
Aw, Billie, come on now, we just having fun
You gon' be the last woman's husband this bitch rub up on
Billie, don't talk like that, put down the gun
If you wanna live, heifer, you better run
And you and me, you and me, Spinner, you and me, we done
Mama, why'd you let her get away?
Oh, baby
Written by: Terence Blanchard