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(eleanor mcevoy) |
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Shake your beads out, |
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One by one |
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And call me magdalene |
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It won't grieve me |
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I understand |
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Where it is you're coming from |
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Draw a curtain |
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Close your eyes |
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When history's pages fail you. |
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I will not open up those history books |
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That's not for me to do. |
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Precious little in your life |
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Is yours by right |
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And won without a fight |
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Precious little in your life |
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Is yours by right |
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And won without a fight. |
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Shadows call me, |
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In the wind |
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Some don't go away |
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Angels guide me |
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From the clouds |
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In everything i do and say |
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Shake your beads out |
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Kneeling down |
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It will not pass me by |
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Two people coming from a different place |
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Maybe neither one is right. |
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Repeat chorus |
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Shake your beads out |
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Join your hands |
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That still won't make you right |
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Those so-called sinners that you're praying for |
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Are standing by your side |
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Repeat chorus |
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Repeat chorus |
