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Master Shamen I have come |
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With my dolly from the shadow side |
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With a demon and an Englishman |
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I'm my mother, I'm my son |
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Nobody else is slipping the blade in easy |
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Nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade |
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All the angels, all the wizards, black and white |
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Are lighting candles in our hands |
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Can you feel them, yes, touching hands before our eyes |
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And I can even see sweet Marianne |
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Sister Janet you have come |
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From the woman clothed with the sun |
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Your veil is quietly becoming none |
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Call the Wanderer he has gone |
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And all those up there are making it look so easy |
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With your perfect wings |
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A wing can cover all sorts of things |
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This again, well, I think I could try this once again |
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And all the angels, and all the wizards, black and white |
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Are lighting candles in our hands |
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Can you feel them, yes, touching hands before our eyes |
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And I can even see sweet Marianne |
