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Musical: Footloose
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Shaw I don't enjoy being her jailor I don't relish telling her "No!" But then I think - what if I fail her? How can I just let her go? I strive to be a good preacher I try not to go overboard But then I think - if I can't reach her How can I face my Lord? Heaven help me shoulder my load Every day's a struggle, still Someone's got to take the high road If I don't, who will? I became a man of God To do his work To spread his word To ease some pain And dry some tears That was the plan But I might have thought twice if only I knew that I'd spend all of my time saying, "Ainh ainh ainh, no no! Don't do that!" See, everyone prays for salvation I'm happy to give them the tools The problem is - here's my frustration Nobody wants to have rules So heaven help me with my labors How can you expect one man to Save his family and his neighbors? Heaven help me Oh, heaven help me If heaven can't, who can? Back to main page: Footloose Lyrics
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