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Don't know what gets into me
Spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak
This Jekyll and Hyde thing cuts so deep
Grace is free, but it ain't cheap
Son of man, man of peace, turner of the other cheek
Tamer of the angry sea, what have I to do with thee?

Seven times seventy times I've found my way back to you
Whoa, seven times seventy times I have played the fool

With a couple of thieves he hangs around
Lights are out, the lines are down
Top to bottom the fabric is torn
While a red, red rose blooms in the thorns

Seven times seventy times I've found my way back to you
Oh, seven times seventy times I've played the fool

Take this cup away from me
Tastes so bad I cannot drink
And hide the mirror, I don't want to see
I am just a Pharisee

Seven times seventy times I've stood at your door
Oh, seven times seventy times I've played the whore
Seven times seventy times, seven times seventy times
Seven times seventy times