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The other night I F#mdreamt I was back in college There were C#mhordes in robes and sandals They were EM7singing songs to Krishna And burning F#mcandles they'd trade for money
And you agreed to buy one 'cause you felt guilty One turned into Sister Margaret
I said you C#mchange your shape that easily Could you take the EM7form of my dead father
'Cause I think he would've F#mliked to meet my wife I know for a fact he would've liked my wife And last A6night I was somewhere near VirC#mginia Rebuking Satan with ironic EM7faithfulness
Then Satan turned to me
Have you thought F#mmuch about that cry Eloi, eloi
Have you thought much about that cry Have you thought much about that cry
Have you thought EM7much about that cry Have you thought much about that cry Have you thought F#mmuch about that cry
Eloi, eloi Eloi, eloi Lama sabachthani
EloEM7i, eloi Eloi, eloi
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