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tell me father are you riding on |
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the fictional bus up to heaven above |
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do you listen to the angels on the outskirts |
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have they persuaded you |
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oh tell me father |
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perhaps you have been persuaded before |
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i just want to know where your body and soul |
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roam tonight |
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but i know i'll never know |
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until i pass away to the next life |
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i know i'll never know |
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where your soul roams tonight |
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until i reach the afterlife |
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kneeling in this church of stone |
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on this pew reading my prayer book |
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we commend to your lord |
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all the souls who have died |
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as you walk in the garden |
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is the grass broken glass on your feet |
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i want to believe when i think how i wasted my chance |
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and mother i pray |
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that it would happen someday |
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we would find you |
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where we're going |
