| The spirit of Fatima still rules the earth
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| She knows your future, she knows what it’s worth
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| Sister Fatima has God-given powers
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| And on 42nd Street, a shop that sells flowers
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| Is her palace
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| Come and be healed
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| And she knows all your business, your health and your ills
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| She’ll counsel your weddings, divorces, and wills
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| For full restoration, five dollars an hour
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| And with each consultation, a free holy flower
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| And if she likes you, why, you can have two
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| And I came from nowhere, like you and your friend
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| My searching and wandering went on without end
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| My future was dim, my spirit was crushed
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| In one sacred moment, my questions were hushed
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| I’m a servant of fate in this garden of truth
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| A humble recruit of the taffeta booth
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| Where all things are known, but few are revealed
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| Where sins are forgotten, and sickness is healed
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| For five dollars
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| The flower is free |