| And then the breath it left our mother’s mouth
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| And for a while her body made no sound
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| And the first thing she said as they wielded to her son
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| «Forgive me boy, I know now what I’ve done»
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| She was gone and an angel took her place
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| A broken frame with a wide electric face
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| The heat of the love in the face of her disease
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| Would bring any man standing to his knees
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| Make way for the worship of unknown hands in the sky
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| Make way for the glory of chosen few
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| You’re a working man, you will not be defied
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| You’re a working man, you will not be forgotten
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| You’re a working man, you will not be denied
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| For she told you so
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| And then she’d go to feed the little ones
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| The forest floor, the sticker for the sun
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| And she dragged (?)'
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| Make way for the worship of unknown hands in the sky
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| Make way for the glory of chosen few
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| You’re a working man, you will not be denied
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| You’re a working man, you will not be forgotten
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| You’re a working man, you will not be denied
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| For she told you so |