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Mary behind the counter, looking sad, looking sorry |
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Serious, soft-spoken; best friends but never calls out |
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Mary behind the counter says the end is coming soon now |
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There's no room for the sinners, and I should understand how |
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I need to be a better man |
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Don't chase loudly, don't chase loudly |
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She said the good Lord's ways |
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Are wonderful and strange |
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Can I have a moment of your time |
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I promise you it'll change your life |
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I said don't you try to tell me dear |
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That God is something I should fear |
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I didn't come to hear your religious views |
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Now that's enough; begone with you |
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Mary behind the counter apprehends me as I'm leaving |
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Crying on my shoulder, telling me she was teasing |
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I just try to walk out the door and cross the dusty, wooden floor |
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Making this note not to come here anymore |
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So don't you try to tell me dear |
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That God is something I should fear |
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I didn't come to hear your religious views |
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Now that's enough; begone with you |
