| Oh, the great dove
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| Hearts are full and bursting through the windows
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| She is a-hovering, she is a-fluttering
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| Peace and virtues
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| Traded for the haunting of a ghost
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| Now watch her go
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| Holy Ghost caught spooking all my old friends
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| Tell me, how do you see shrouded by a little white sheet?
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| You were born in cathedrals but I know now
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| Skin and bones won’t hold this soul down
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| Oh, the morning dove
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| Trading in stained glass for stained hearts
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| I am a-shivering, I am a-chattering
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| Vice for virtues
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| Let the choir sing it in reverse
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| And watch me go
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| Holy Ghost caught spooking all my old friends
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| Tell me, how do you see shrouded by a little white sheet?
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| You were housed in cathedrals but I know now
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| Skin and bones won’t hold this soul down
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| Suddenly
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| I’m holding on
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| To everything I know
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| Holy Ghost caught spooking all my old friends
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| Tell me, how do you see shrouded by a little white sheet?
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| You were housed in cathedrals but I know now
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| Skin and bones won’t hold this soul down
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| Holy Ghost caught spooking all my old friends
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| Tell me, how do you see shrouded by a little white sheet?
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| You were housed in cathedrals but I know now
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| Skin and bones won’t hold this soul down
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| Holy Ghost caught spooking all my old friends
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| Tell me, how do you see shrouded by a little white sheet?
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| You were housed in cathedrals but I know now
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| Sticks and stones won’t hold this soul down |