| She’s a murderer
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| But who planted the seed?
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| The pastor baptised her
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| But the deed he could not clean
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| The father tried to be a good man
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| And the mother kept her child
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| He cried and begged and wept
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| As she pierced the knife through his heart
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| But who could blame the child
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| To cast the first stone?
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| Oh, now she’s a murderer
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| Now she’s a murderer
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| She was always looking
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| For a way out, not in
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| The church became her prison
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| For her, it only held sin
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| She cried, «Daddy, why am I so sad?
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| I’ve never done nothing wrong»
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| He said, «You got the blood of an evil man
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| But you’ve got to stay strong»
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| She watched as he cried and begged and wept
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| As she pierced the knife through his heart
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| But who could blame the child
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| To cast the first stone?
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| Oh, now she’s a murderer
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| Now she’s a murderer
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| She cried, «Daddy, why am I so sad?
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| I’ve never done nothing wrong»
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| He said, «You got the blood of an evil man
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| But you’ve got to stay strong»
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| Strong, strong, strong
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| Jesus is my Buddha
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| And Buddha is Muhammad
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| And Buddha is my Jesus
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| And nothing will divide us
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| He cried and begged and wept
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| As she pierced the knife through his heart
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| But who could blame the child
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| To cast the first stone?
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| Oh, to cast the first stone
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| Oh, now she’s a murderer
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| Now she’s a murderer |