| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| From Jesus, junk and the jurisdiction
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| To my dying heart and our loving resurrection
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| I once was young and dark, my eyes bright grey blue
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| But, now time has tamed me, I’m as grey and white as you
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| I look into the mirror in fear of only tears
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| But all reflection tells me: «Beware those passing years»
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| I have lost what you had found
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| The guilt, the Christ, the caned and bound
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| With nothing more from nothing less
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| This is how you end our ritual best
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| From Judas, junk and the jurisdiction
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| To my dying heart and our loving resurrection
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Cloudy prayers and new borders
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| Kind and generous with drunken orders
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| The client who fell from grace with the whore
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| A fairtrade and a fortnight, a seedsman no more
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| A fairtrade and a fortnight, a seedsman no more
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| I once was young and dark, my eyes bright grey blue
|
| But, now time has tamed me, I’m as grey and white as you
|
| I look into the mirror in fear of only tears
|
| But all reflection tells me: «Beware those passing years»
|
| But all reflection tells me: «Beware those passing years»
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| But all reflection tells me: «Beware those passing years»
|
| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| Pah, pah-pah-pah
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| From Jesus, junk and the jurisdiction
|
| (Pah, pah-pah-pah)
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| To my dying heart and our loving resurrection
|
| (Pah, pah-pah-pah)
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| From Jesus, junk and the jurisdiction
|
| (Pah, pah-pah-pah)
|
| To my dying heart and our loving resurrection
|
| (Pah, pah-pah-pah)
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| From Jesus, junk and the jurisdiction
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| (Pah, pah-pah-pah)
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| To my dying heart |