(originally Wash Yourself)
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Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean
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Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream
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Counting houses full of lead, the evil eye on high
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The streets awash with blood and pus, the new moon's in the sky
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God's aloft, the winds are raging
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God's aloft, the winds are cold
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After leaving I was weeping - count it out in tolls
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Watch the book, the page is turning - how the tale unfolds
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Inside every cancered spectre,
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inside-outside find your own
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God's aloft, the winds are raging - God's aloft, the winds are cold
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Piggy Pig Pig
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