I'm singing this song for my sister Sinead
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Concerning the god awful mess that she made
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When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
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Her message profoundly was misunderstood
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There's humans entrusted with guarding our gold
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And humans in charge of the saving of souls
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And humans responded all over the world
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Condemning that bald headed brave little girl
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And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
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But so was Picasso and so were the saints
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And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
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She's too old for breaking and too young to tame
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It's askin' for trouble to stick out your neck
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In terms of a target a big silhouette
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But some candles flicker and some candles fade
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And some burn as true as my sister Sinead
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And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
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But so was Picasso and so were the saints
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And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
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She's too old for breaking and too young to tame
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Sister Sinead
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| Kris Kristofferson |
