| I walked by Harborview Hospital
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| I heard the Agnus Dei
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| Oh, sister of mercy
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| I’ve been gone too long to say
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| And all around this place
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| I was a sad disgrace
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| They’re singing, they’re singing
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| Away up on the hill
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| They’re building, they’re building
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| A mystical union, beautiful and still
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| But down here in the dirt
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| They’ll say it doesn’t hurt
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| The devil’s ascended
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| Upon some crystal wings
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| In the citadel lightning
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| Splits a cloud of butterflies and fiends
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| And with a vacant stare
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| I’ll leave a flower there
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| They’re riding, they’re riding
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| A hellhound down the hill
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| They’re sinking, they’re sinking
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| Into the ocean, beautiful and still
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| And yet it’s hard to leave
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| In wealth or poverty
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| I walked by Harborview Hospital
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| And stopped at Ninth and James
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| Oh, sister of mercy
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| I’ve been down too far to say
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| Are they supposed to be As sick as you and me? |