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Hey there sinners, with your hands held high |
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Are you falling over, 'cause what you've done's not right? |
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Hey there children, with your mouths fixed to the sky |
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Are you waiting for the raindrops to fall from their eyes? |
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Hey transgressors, in the pantomime |
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Did the sweetest frame bid your sorrows now to fly? |
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Hey there martyrs, will you make it through the night? |
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"Grant that calmly, in thee restign, I finish in delight" |
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I can't take it anymore, 'cause its coming round to greet us when we die |
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I can't take it anymore, 'cause its coming round to greet us when we die |
