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And then the breath it left our mother's mouth |
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And for a while her body made no sound |
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And the first thing she said as they wielded to her son, |
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"Forgive me boy, I know now what I've done" |
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She was gone and an angel took her place |
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A broken frame with a wide electric face |
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The heat of the love in the face of her disease |
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Would bring any man standing to his knees |
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Make way for the worship of unknown hands in the sky |
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Make way for the glory of chosen few |
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You're a working man, you will not be defied |
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You're a working man, you will not be forgotten |
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You're a working man, you will not be denied |
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For she told you so |
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And then she'd go to feed the little ones |
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The forest floor, the sticker for the sun |
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And she dragged (?)' |
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Make way for the worship of unknown hands in the sky |
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Make way for the glory of chosen few |
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You're a working man, you will not be denied |
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You're a working man, you will not be forgotten |
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You're a working man, you will not be denied |
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For she told you so |