When the sinner wakes
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The priests are piling in the hay
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A little song sung away
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Guess who¡¯s been after you
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Guess who¡¯s before you
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Season turning, looks like when
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We¡¯ll be coming back again
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We¡¯ll be coming back again
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Light has come remembering
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You standing there in that thing
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Busted out again until the dawn
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Comes creeping across the meadow lawn
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And time and space around you are gone
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You¡¯re looking into blackest night
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Your fortune, love, has not gone away
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It¡¯s here to stay
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You Standing There
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| Jandek |
