| Romero got married on the fifth of July
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| In Our Lady of Immaculate Dawn
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| Could have got married in the revival man’s tent
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| But there ain’t no reviving what’s gone
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| They slipped like a shadow from the family he made
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| In a little white house by the woods
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| Dropped the kids at the mission with a rose for the virgin
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| She knew he was gone for good
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| It’s a long way to heaven, it’s closer to Harrisburg
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| And that’s still a long way from the place where we are
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| And if evil exists, it’s a pair of train tracks
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| And the devil is a railroad car
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| Could have stayed somewhere, but train tracks kept going
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| It seems like they always left soon
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| And the people he ran with, they moaned low and painful
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| Sang sad misereres to the moon
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| Rose at the altar, withered and wilted
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| Romero sank into a dream
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| He didn’t make heaven and he didn’t make Harrisburg
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| He died in a hole in between
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| Now some say that man is the root of all evil
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| Others say God’s a drunkard for pain
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| Yeah, me, I believe that the Garden of Eden
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| Was burned to make way for a train, for a train |