Master Shamen
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I have come
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With my dolly from the shadow side
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With a demon and an Englishman
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I'm my mother
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I'm my son
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Nobody else is slipping the blade in easy
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Nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade
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All the angels
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All the wizards black and white
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Are lighting candles in our hands
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Can you feel them
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Touching hands before our eyes
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And I can even see sweet Marianne
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Sister Janet
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You have come
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From the woman clothed with the sun
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Your veil is quietly becoming none
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Call the Wanderer
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He has gone
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And all those up there are making it look so easy
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With your perfect wings
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A wing can cover all sorts of things
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All the angels
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All the wizards black and white
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Are lighting candles in our hands
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Can you feel them
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Touching hands before our eyes
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And I can even see sweet Marianne
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Sister Janet
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| Tori Amos |
