(P. Simon)
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Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.
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Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.
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Blessed are the sat upon, Spat upon, Ratted on,
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O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?
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I got no place to go,
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I've walked around Soho for the last night or so.
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Ah, but it doesn't matter, no.
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Blessed is the land and the kingdom.
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Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.
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Blessed are the meth drinkers, Pot sellers, Illusion dwellers.
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O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?
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My words trickle down, like a wound
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That I have no intention to heal.
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Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.
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Blessed is the church service makes me nervous
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Blessed are the penny rookers, Cheap hookers, Groovy lookers.
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O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?
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I have tended my own garden
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Much too long.
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Blessed
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| Simon & Garfunkel |
