| Magdalena sits in her chair
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| Speaking on the mass
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| She talks in splice and splinters
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| She laughs not breaking glass
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| She said that she would have me Spirit her away
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| Stealing all my images
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| Till there’s nothin' left to say
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| Oh, magdalena
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| Nothing like the saint you are
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| Your love is like a razor
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| My heart is just a scar
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| Oh, magdalena
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| Nothing like the saint you are
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| She tells me that she wants me Then she tells me not to bother
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| She tells me that I couldn’t hold
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| A candle to her father
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| She knows that she’s got me When I start to rave about
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| She’ll justsmile and flash her eyes
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| And blow the candle out
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| Oh, magdalena
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| Oh, ho, ho, magdalena
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| Nothing like the saint you are
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| Magdalena lying there
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| Could make a dancer stumble
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| Make a preacher bite his tongue
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| And leave him with a mumble
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| And if you think I’m crazy babe
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| Or that I’m kiddin' you
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| Just pay your dues and lose your blues
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| When she gets her tongue in you
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| Oh, magdalena
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| Nothing like the saint you are
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| Your love is like a razor
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| My heart is just a scar
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| Oh, magdalena
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| Nothing like the saint you are
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| Well, I can’t be forgotten
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| And I can’t be ignored
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| You find me with my poems
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| And my songs
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| But if upon your journey you’re turning to l.a.
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| Won’t you take this little red-haired girl aong?
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| Oh, magdalena
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| Nothing like the saint you are
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| Your love is like a razor
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| My heart is just a scar
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| Oh, magdalena
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| Nothing like the saint you are |