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Admonish and polish yer dirty mouth
Starry illusions, imprisoned mind
Belaguer, bewilder a town of peace
Now wash yer hands clean to set yer soul
At ease
We’re prone to falling, eweryone falls
Don’t need yer rifles, now cut your nails
You’re confused by delusive talk
But Christ on water’s still ready to walk
Never lose sight, Never lose sight, Never lose
sight, A flicker of light would heal you
Abslove you
I’m looking inside Never lose
Sight Seven little strides would do
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