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I believe in Mary |
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She's good enough for me |
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In her simple service and her calm delivery |
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I think that I smell roses |
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But none that I can see |
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It's a miracle of Mary |
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They believe in evil by popular demand |
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A twisted kind of worship |
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Hit with your own hand |
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I believe in choices |
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Making your own mind |
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No everybody makes their own alright |
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They'll probably get it past you |
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Such a crooked hand |
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It's something they'll have to |
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It's the lay now of the land |
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But even in your hollow grip of poverty |
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There's a miracle of Mary |
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She's holy underneath you |
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She'd rather it that way |
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The end of it not working |
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She's a place for you to lay |
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She'll meet you where you're standing |
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Let you in for free |
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It's the miracle of Mary |
