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Was a body, was a body on the chapel step Was a body, was a body on the chapel step Someone left it there broken With a sack for a head A body on the step and lies all about Was a body, was a body on the chapel step Was a body, was a body on the chapel step
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Was a pastor, was a pastor Who done found it there Was a pastor, was a pastor Who done found it there With bruises on its ankles And a cross for a hand A body on the step and lies all about Was a pastor, was a pastor Who done found it there Was a pastor, was a pastor Who done found it there
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Was a father, was father Who done rung the bell Was a father, was a father Who done rung the bell With scratches on his cheek And beer on his breath A body on the step and lies all about Was a father, was a father Who done rung the bell Was a father, was a father Who done rung the bell
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Was a mother, was a mother Burning someone's clothes Was a mother, was a mother Burning someone's clothes With rope in her apron And black for an eye A body on the step and lies all about Was a mother, was a mother Burning someone's clothes Was a mother, was a mother Burning someone's clothes
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Was a witness, was a witness Who done drew the drape Was a witness, was a witness Who done drew the drape With blood on his dogs And mud in his hair A body on the step and lies all about Was a witness, was a witness Who done drew the drape Was a witness, was a witness Who done drew the drape
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Was a parish, was a parish Who done bowed their heads Was a parish, was a parish Who done bowed their heads With sweat on their buckles And psalms on their mouth A body on the step and lies all about Was a parish, was a parish Who done bowed their heads Was a parish, was a parish Who done bowed their heads
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