(Dennis DeYoung)
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I remember Christopher
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such a man
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so brave and tall
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he took the baby Jesus
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in his arms
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across the waterfall
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people cried, "he's holy!
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he's a saint not a man!"
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all at once it was written
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in the book of the land
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Christopher, Mr. Christopher
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why won't they leave you alone?
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Christopher, Mr. Christopher
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why won't they leave you alone?
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there was Mary Margaret
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a Christian lady
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dressed in black
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she believed St. Christopher
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helped her find
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a way back
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she told him all her secrets
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and the dreams of her years
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so when they took that saint away
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all that's left were her tears
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Mary cried "they're crazy!
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the world is changing too fast!"
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it was then she discovered
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that her faith couldn't last
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Christopher, Mr. Christopher
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why won't they leave you alone?
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Christopher, Mr. Christopher
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why won't they leave you alone?
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Christopher, Mr. Christopher
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why won't they leave you alone?
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Christopher, Mr. Christopher
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why won't they leave you alone?
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Christopher, Mr. Christopher
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| Styx |
