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Blessed - The Tremeloes
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows
Blessed are the sat upon the spat upon
The ratted on
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
I got no place to go
I＇ve walked around
Soho for the last night or so
Ah but it doesn＇t matter no
Blessed is the land and the kingdom
Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to
Blessed are the meth drinkers pot sellers
Illusion dwellers
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
My words trickle down
From a wound that I have no intention to heal
Blessed are the stained glass window pane glass
Blessed is the church service makes me nervous
Blessed is the penny rookers cheap hookers
Groovy lookers
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
I I have tended my own garden
Much too long
