Priests

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[Verse 1]
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And who will write love songs for you?
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When I am lord at last
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And your body is a little highway shrine
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That all my priests have passed
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That all my priests have passed


[Verse 2]
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My priests they will put flowers there
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They will stand before the glass
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But they'll wear away your little window, love
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They will trample on the grass
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They will trample on the grass


[Verse 3]
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And who will aim the arrow
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That men will follow through your grace
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When I am lord of memory
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And all your armour has turned to lace
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And all your armour has turned to lace?


[Verse 4]
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The simple life of heroes
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And the twisted life of saints
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They just confuse the sunny calendar
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With their red and golden paints
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With their red and golden paints


[Verse 5]
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And all of you have seen the dance
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That god has kept from me
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But he has seen me watching you
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When all your minds were free
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When all your minds were free


[Verse 6]
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And who will write love songs for you?
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When I am lord at last
         Bm   Em          F
And your body is a little highway shrine
G           E7           D
That all my priests have passed
            F            Em       Bm
That all my priests have passed


[Verse 7]
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My priests they will put flowers there
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They will stand before the glass
            Bm    Em              F
But they'll wear away your little window, love
G                 E7     D
They will trample on the grass
                  F      Em      Bm
They will trample on the grass