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Last night she left again through the window she climbed out |
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Not one wide open nor of hope |
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The pictures she took don't show herself and Jim |
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But just some old charches of the dales |
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Maria sleeps |
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Maria is in love with a priest |
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Please Maria don't think that your secret is lost |
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That night in the hotel both Maria and Jim knelt down |
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To spend some quiet time in prayer |
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If to suffer is to live and die is really gain |
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When that night was their salution |
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Maria sleeps |
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Maria is in love with a priest |
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Please Maria don't think that your secret is lost |
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The morning Jim died on Stephen's road in killingsworth |
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This tale died along |
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1200 times the pain and no one to tell her grief |
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Did god ask for this? |
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Last night she left again through the window she climbed out |
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Not one wide open nor of hope |
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Maria sleeps |
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Maria is in love with a priest |
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Please Maria don't think that your secret is lost |
