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Holy Mother of the simple one,A5EmD
When you smile at me you bring me down,A5EmD
You betray your thoughts.A5EmD
All your prayers to naught.A5EmD
Now out of debt, you speak in tongues,A5EmD
And out of bread, your work is done,A5EmD
And your dream, absolve.A5EmD
And your path, dissolve.A5EmD
And your dream, absolve,A5EmD
And your path, dissolve.