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| The Perfects |
| By: Wes |
| In the little town of Bobcavame The people like to play a game All day long; till lights are dim They all try to be just like him They do not fool around or play They sing to God, bow down and pray They do not steal of cheat or lie And deep inside they'll never die But they will live out God's great plan Eternal life for every man. |