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Softly Moses speaks |
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Quietly to sleep |
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Easter Sunday never tasted so bitter |
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Lonely in the dark |
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Images creep past |
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Bright pink |
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Purple, blue |
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Green and black |
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Despair, oh holy day |
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We cross down sorrow's way |
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Weep, weep |
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We are the slaves on Easter Sunday |
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Oh I wish that I could die for thee |
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On a technicolour calvary |
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Egypt would be ours |
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Ten thousand years of peace |
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Where happiness would lie |
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Madness bids me, say not all that |
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rises is of God |
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For shame and guilt |
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All owe it to me |
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Administer it like a pill |
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Father heals none |
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One Easter Sunday |
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Sister, brother, sister |
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Fall on to your knees |
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the blush of the flower tastes of false gods and trickery |
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Mercy, mercy my son you belong to me |
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Oh moses, save my empty, my empty soul |
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And i wish that i could die for thee |
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On a technicolor calvary |
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Egypt would be ours |
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Ten thousand years of peace |
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Softly, Moses, speak |
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Quiet me to sleep |
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Easter sunday never tasted so bitter |
