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All the tears of the world have now been cried
I don't want to hear the screamin' of the crowd
And my heart still dyin' for his loss
For three times I heard the day bird cry
For three times your love I have denied now
I hear the beating of the hammers crucifyng the soul off all summers.
In St.Peter's day
And the nails they're fixing in your hands
They digholes deeply bleading in my brain
I can't hear the screamin' of the crowd
Cause you my Christ are still dyin with my soul
For three times I heard the day bird cry
For three times your love I have denied now love
I hear the beating of the hammers crucifyng the soul off all summers.