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Come lay here beside me and I'll fear no death |
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Come lay here beside me |
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And I'll fear no death. |
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I'll give you my body |
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And I'll breathe your breath. |
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No-one will harm you |
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Inside this song. |
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We will be safe here |
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As the light is long |
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That makes way for Good Friday. |
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Get out of your body, |
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For there goes your blood. |
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It falls on my secrets |
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And colours the flood. |
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The time of our fathers |
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Is not ours to kill, |
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Their sad-cellared wines |
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Are not ours to spill |
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And won't be passed over Good Friday. |
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Though this life |
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Is Ash Wednesday, |
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It's Ash Wednesday, |
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It forever approaches Good Friday. |
