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There was no light shining through the window |
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As Margaret lie in bed |
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She was wearing cotton pajamas |
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A crucifix above her head |
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She awoke from a dream |
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Her eyes were open |
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Her lips were moving |
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In the dark |
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Speak to me in many voices |
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Make them all sound like one |
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Let me see your sacred mysteries |
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Reveal to me the unknown tongue |
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Reveal to me the unknown tongue |
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She put her hands upon her breasts |
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And they were small and hard and young |
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And everywhere she touched she felt a fire |
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Waiting for the answer that must surely come |
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Is this the way to love? |
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Or is this just the way to die? |
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Speak to me in many voices |
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Make them all sound like one |
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Let me see your sacred mysteries |
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Reveal to me the unknown tongue |
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Reveal to me the unknown tongue |
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Then she took her father's razor |
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And watched it cut into her palm |
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She put her hand up to her mouth |
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To taste the blood so holy and warm |
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She got up in the morning |
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Put on her dress, and patent leather shoes |
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Ate her cereal and kissed her mother |
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Caught the bus and went to school |
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Speak to me in many voices |
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Make them all sound like one |
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Let me see your sacred mysteries |
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Reveal to me the unknown tongue |
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Reveal to me the unknown tongue |