Words & Music by Don McLean
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The spirit of Fatima still rules the Earth
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She knows your future, she knows what it's worth
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Sister Fatima has God-given powers
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And on 42nd Street a shop that sells flowers
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Is her palace, come and be healed
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She knows all your business, your health and your ills
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She'll counsel your weddings, divorces and wills
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For full restoration five dollars an hour
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And with each consultation a free holy flower
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And if she likes you, well you can have two
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And I came from nowhere like you and your friend
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My searching and wandering went on without end
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My future was dim, my spirit was crushed
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In one sacred moment my questions were hushed
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I'm a servant of fate in this garden of truth
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A humble recruit of the taffeta booth
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Where all things are known but few are revealed
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Where sins are forgotten and sickness is healed
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For five dollars the flower is free
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Sister Fatima
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| Don McLean |
