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There's a row of houses |
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Baptized by mediatrix |
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Designed for the deaf |
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But the water has no effect |
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A door left open |
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For a man who was smoking |
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The light hit his forehead |
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Another figure in the shade |
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Waving their hands like wands |
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Shaping the words with their mouths |
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Waving their hands like wands |
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Shaping the words, shaping the words |
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There's a Sunday Social |
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To stare off the silence |
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The soldier and the shell |
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Staring for the church's bell |
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At twenty past six |
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There's a Mass for the mute |
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And who doesn't need the solace |
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Before a week's worth of strife? |
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Waving their hands like wands |
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Shaping the words with their mouths |
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Waving their hands like wands |
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Shaping the words, shaping the words |
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Our Lady of Lourdes |
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Your lips distract me |
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Waving their hands like wands |
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Shaping the words with their mouths |
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Waving their hands like wands |
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Your lips distract me |
