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Sing a song for the daughters of Magdalene |
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All tied up in their white ribbon |
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Novemeber came and before I got your letter I will love you better |
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I will love you true |
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Every day I would wait by the gates for you |
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With time how your heart withdrew |
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You'd said i'd never understand the pain |
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Or share the shame but I wanted to |
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But you gave me hope and now you take it away |
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You took my love and now you celebrate |
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When the morning comes, no I don't believe |
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That my god, my god how could you take it from me |
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So I told when the sisters of mercy came |
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By your school just yesterday |
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I never meant for to cause you any pain |
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I want to make it better, make it go away |
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So sing a song for the daughters of Magdalene |
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All smothered beneath the white linen |
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If Mary knew how she was being used, |
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So misconstrued, how you were being used |
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But you gave me hope and now you take it away |
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You took my love and now you celebrate |
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When the morning comes, no I don't believe |
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That my god, my god how could you take it from me |
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You gave me hope and now you take it away |
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You took my love and now you celebrate |
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When the morning comes, no I don't believe |
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That my god, my god how could you take it from me |
