| Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
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| Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica
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| Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla
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| Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir
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| and all the rest
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| a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
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| and high above the church bells start to ring
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| and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in somewhere you can hear a mother sing
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| then it’s one foot then the other as you step out onto the road
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| how much weight? |
| how much weight?
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| then it’s how long? |
| and how far?
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| and how many times before it’s too late?
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| calling all angels
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| calling all angels
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| walk me through this one
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| don’t leave me alone
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| calling all angels
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| calling all angels
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| we’re cryin' and we’re hurtin'
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| and we’re not sure why…
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| and every day you gaze upon the sunset
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| with such love and intensity
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| it’s almost… it's almost as if if you could only crack the code
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| then you’d finally understand what this all means
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| but if you could… do you think you would
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| trade in all the pain and suffering?
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| ah, but then you’d miss
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| the beauty of the light upon this earth
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| and the sweetness of the leaving
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| calling all angels
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| calling all angels
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| walk me through this one
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| don’t leave me alone
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| callin' all angels
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| callin' all angels
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| we’re tryin'
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| we’re hopin'
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| we’re hurtin'
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| we’re lovin'
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| we’re cryin'
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| we’re callin'
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| 'cause we’re not sure how this goes |