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Black Madonna will come for you
With arms and a veil to hide her face
And Black will come down for you
And there is no sickness and there is no
And there is no anguish and no that she cannot erase

You might see Black walking between the sheets of an angry day
Or you might see her smile a smile as she steps out of your way
Or you not see her at all
But she might be coming for you
With her arms spread wide and her head on
'cause she sees you been so long

There isn't a sin that you could make that she not forgive

But oh, Black Madonna, I did not believe her
I I did not need her mercy
I I did not need
Traded my and my body
My memory and my
My center of gravity and my sense of
I woke up half an hour from the city
And realized I had all sense of the passage of time
So I know if it's been a day or a week or a year
All I know is I'm still
And I thought you'd lift me up
And you did
What the

>>there isn't a sin that you make
she will not forgive
No there isn't a sin that you make
In the ways that a must live

So what I wanna know is
If you believe in fitting into a kind of place
If you that everything and everybody has a certain space they fit intobabies entering into a welcoming world in jubilant curls of star gazing wonder
And the sick yes even the sick just a shuffling into sleep's dark
And the sleepers in the
The in the street
Nestled under trestles for to get a little
And if the trestles watch over the
And if ushers her lucky winners
fleshy gates to four star dinners
And if sleep his population
To plug the dream life radio station
And if thin souls whose haven't wrecked them
Walk smoky streets that and expect them
what I want to know is this
What of strays who have turned their backs on the god of

>>what of strays turned their backs
On the god of strays, yeah, of them?

Oh Black Madonna I was about the days that I spent with you
'cause now I doze and daze and
And cling to the wreckage of a sinking
And I your dire streets in search of anything that's still pure
I once thought you watched over me
But now I'm not so