| Dave:
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| Bud: [ It does fit the song’s meaning, if not the precise sound
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| though. |
| Pious priests, with their «narrow ways,"wouldn't
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| care at all to argue with you or I because they know they
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| are right. |
| And of course, the angels they pretend to know so much about, in reality, favour «us». |
| But, these
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| priests cannot see the inner man.
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| But the song begins with the sound, «ey"or «hey». Comical.
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| What do you think?
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| Sacred priests don’t cry…(?)
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| don’t cry
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| they’ve no reason to argue
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| at all
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| they don’t realise
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| that the angels surround you with light
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| they don’t understand
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| their narrow ways defeat them where they stand
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| they don’t realise
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| you hide the sadness beneath a painted smile.
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| Ignorance,
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| that line of fools steers a wayward path
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| and set the course upon which we sing into the night of uncertainty.
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| Following the stars
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| that make their way across the sky
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| valuing the love
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| that land brings to our eyes
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| We sail… |