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Sisters Of Mercy Merciful Release

Call it superstition Followed and fell Under the falling Under the spell Singing Bury me Bury me Spoken in tongues Of many colours In the colours of

Watch them do The falling over Watch them do The standing still CHORUS Nothing but the knife to live for One life all I need Give me one good reason

Everybody shouts on, "I love Lucy" Pee Wee reads the evening news A pre-owned song or a second-hand Uzi Everybody got a job to lose Here come the golden

I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Hot metal and methedrine I hear empire down, I hear empire down I hear the roar of a big machine

Now the ground comes up too fast Too fast to meet you And the clouds of dust erupting Thick around your feet be careful And the rubble and shrouds and

And yes I believe in what we had but words got in the way And only yesterday, as I was leaving, Lord knows I've tried to say But I've heard a million

And now the torch and shadows lead Were it not so black and not so hard to see How can it help you when you don't know what you need? How can anybody

All God's children give good phone I called Jesus, he's not home So I'm so pleased to talk to you Trees and walks, I love them too Threatened species