| Magdalene is trembling
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| Like a washing on a line
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| Trembling and gleaming
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| Never before was a man so kind
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| Never so redeeming
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| Enter the multitudes
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| In exxon blue
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| In radiation rose
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| Ecstasy
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| Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work
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| When all the slaves are free?
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| (who're you gonna get)
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| I am up a sycamore
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| Looking through the leaves
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| A sinner of some position
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| Who in the world can this heart healer be This magical physician
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| Enter the multitudes
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| In exxon blue
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| In radiation rose
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| Misery
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| Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work
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| When all the slaves are free?
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| (who're you gonna get)
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| Enter the multitudes
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| The walking wounded
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| They come to this diver of the heart
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| Of the multitudes
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| Thy kingdom come
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| Thy will be done
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| Oh, climb down, climb down he says to me From the middle of unrest
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| They think is light is squandered
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| But he sees a stray in the wilderness
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| And i see how far i’ve wandered
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| Enter the multitudes
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| In exxon blue
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| In radiation rose
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| Apathy
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| Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work
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| When all the slaves are free?
|
| (who're you gonna get)
|
| Enter the multitudes
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| The walking wounded
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| They come to this diver of the heart
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| Of the multitudes
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| Thy kingdom come
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| Thy will be done
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| Oh, all around the marketplace
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| The buzzing of the flies
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| The buzzing and the stinging
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| Divinely barren
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| And wickedly wise
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| The killer nails are ringing
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| Enter the multitudes
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| In exxon blue
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| In radiation rose
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| Tragedy
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| Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work
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| When all the slaves are free?
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| (who're you gonna get) |