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Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust |
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Waiting for the manna, coming from the west |
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Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes |
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Death a certain harvest, scattered from the skies |
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'Skin and Bones' is creeping, doesn't know he's dead |
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Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head |
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Politicians argue, sharpening their knives |
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Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives |
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Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust |
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Waiting for the manna, coming from the west |
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Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way |
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Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? |
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Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay |
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Jesus Son of Mary, born again today |
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Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust |
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Waiting for the manna, coming from the west |
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Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust |
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Waiting for the manna, coming from the west |
