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When the sinner wakes
The priests are piling in the hay
A little song sung away
Guess whos been after you
Guess whos before you
Season turning, looks like when
Well be coming back again
Well be coming back again
Light has come remembering
You standing there in that thing
Busted out again until the dawn
Comes creeping across the meadow lawn
And time and space around you are gone
Youre looking into blackest night
Your fortune, love, has not gone away
Its here to stay