Mother Mary

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[Primeira Parte]

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I've walked half of this country to get to this town
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To put a bill in my pocket, shake the dirt from a crown
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If your worries are trouble then your trouble, it's broke
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Your bottle is empty, now there's blood on the floor
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Your bottle is empty and there's blood on the floor

[Segunda Parte]

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Well, the colors ain't mixin', your tolerance has run dry
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So you board up your windows to make it through the night
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They might hunt you like foxes, they'll sell you as slaves
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You'll be the one throwin' fire when they make it to the grave
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You'll be the one throwin' fire when they make it to the grave

[Refrão]

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Mother Mary called
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She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
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Mother Mary called
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She wants her son's blood washed from the walls

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[Terceira Parte]

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Well, we're havin' this baby come the first of July
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My job is a joke and this bank account dry
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If the Lord loves his children like your good book does teach
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Well, He'd burn these here bastards, put shoes on my feet
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He'd burn these here bastards and put shoes, He'd put shoes on my feet

[Refrão]

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Mother Mary called
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She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
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Mother Mary called
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She wants her son's blood washed
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She wants her son's blood washed
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Said she wants her son's blood washed
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She wants her son's blood washed
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Said she wants her son's blood, my Lord
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She wants her son's blood, my Lord
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Said she wants her son's blood, yeah, washed from the walls

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