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NB: The first lyrics I've posted for a while, be gentle with me.
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She mended and made do
Her heart, her mistakes
With a face like funeral
But a soul like a wake
In sure and certain hope she was
As she walked down to the docks
Stood on the shore, her faith before her
Like Madonna of the rocks.
How long must she suffer
She never did ask
When the devil came to temp her
She took him to task
In sure and certain hope she was
As she walked on to the quay
Knelt at the shore, her light behind her
Like the Star of The Sea.
Low down and beholden
Was down but not out
Low down and downtrodden
Then out for the count
In fear and trembling striates she was
As she stepped off the west pier
Fell through the night, her hope behind her
Like Madonna of the tears.
------ The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.
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