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D-g-d-d-em-a-bm-a-d-g-d-em-g-d |
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D we sang halle-g-lujah, has it stopped d raining? |
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Though the d priest had stopped be-em-lieving a long time a-a-go |
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And his com-bm-panion began to a laugh at the i-d-rony o' g that |
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And we d walked along in em an un-g-confortable d silence |
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Yeah bm ha- ha- ha- a hallelu-d-jah |
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Bm ha- ha- ha- a hallelu-g-jah d |
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St. patrick led the sailor into the wasteland |
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A herd of swine surrounded them one day |
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It was the answer to their prayers, a sure sign that god, he cared |
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But mccarthy disagreed: it's not that simple |
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So hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
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The fisherman, he rode the city's river |
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The dirty water rose through sorry planks |
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And the vandal moranjou? 'pon gay st. heard the news |
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They commissioned him to rise up from the cobbles |
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Yeah bm ha-a-llelu-d-jah |
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Bm ha-a-llelu-d-jah |
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Bm ha-a-llelu-g-jah d |