(Eleanor McEvoy)
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Shake your beads out,
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One by one
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And call me Magdalene
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It won¡¯t grieve me
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I understand
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Where it is you¡¯re coming from
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Draw a curtain
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Close your eyes
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When history¡¯s pages fail you.
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I will not open up those history books
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That¡¯s not for me to do.
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Precious little in your life
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Is yours by right
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And won without a fight
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Precious little in your life
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Is yours by right
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And won without a fight.
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Shadows call me,
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In the wind
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Some don¡¯t go away
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Angels guide me
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From the clouds
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In everything I do and say
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Shake your beads out
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Kneeling down
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It will not pass me by
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Two people coming from a different place
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Maybe neither one is right.
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Repeat CHORUS
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Shake your beads out
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Join your hands
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That still won¡¯t make you right
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Those so-called sinners that you¡¯re praying for
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Are standing by your side
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Repeat CHORUS
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Repeat CHORUS
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Precious Little
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| Eleanor McEvoy |
