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Faithfull Marianne A Child S Adventure

from grace, falling from grace, Lord, you have a pretty face. Take it away and pack it in a suitcase Then forget about falling from grace. It's looking

the sea, Saying, "ireland, ireland, When will you be free?" "ireland, ireland, When will you be free?" There is another side to this pure land, A side of blood and guilt and pain A

to find A sordid stranger by my bed? Will the world shake its sensible head And say the words that have to be said: "she's got a problem." Every problem has a

take a shot a minute And be there by the hour. Take a walk around times square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the tv. In a car taking a