(A. Bouchard - D. Roter)
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There was no light, shining through the window
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As Margaret lie in bed
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She was wearing her cotton pajamas
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A crucifix above her head
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She awoke from a dream
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Her eyes were open
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Her lips were moving in the dark
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Speak to me in many voices
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Make them all sound like one
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Let me see your sacred mysteries
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Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue
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She put her hands upon her breasts
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And they were small and hard and young
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And everywhere she touched, she felt the fire
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Waiting for the answer that must surely come
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Is this the way to love?
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Or is this just the way to die?
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Speak to me in many voices
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Make them all sound like one
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Let me see your sacred mysteries
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Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue
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And then she took her father's razor
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And watched it cut into her palm
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She put her hand up to her mouth
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To taste the blood so holy and warm
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She got up in the morning
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Put on her dress, and patent leather shoes
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Ate her cereal, and kissed her mother
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And caught the bus, and went to school..
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Speak to me in many voices
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Make them all sound like one
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Let me see your sacred mysteries
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Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue
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Reveal to me, reveal to me
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Reveal to me, reveal to me
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Reveal to me! Reveal to me!!
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Ah..hahahahahahahahahaha....
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Unknown Tongue
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
