Wm Pollock's Pianobook

Ash Wednesday

Tom Russell

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There once was a man who thought love was war
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Stop me if you've heard the story before
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He had a purple heart, but who's keepin' score 
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There's a lot of purple hearts in the purple heart store 
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He was a comodant, now he's a penitent on Ash Wednesday

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There once was a woman, pretty young thing
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She sold her soul for a diamond ring
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She read about love in a magazine
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Saw it every Friday night on the movie screen
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She was a debutante, now she's a penitent on Ash Wednesday 	 

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They're both love sick they're love tired
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They strayed a little close near the edge of the fire
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There hands got burned and their eyebrows singed
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They're walkin' down the streets of oblivion
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They got holes in their pockets, holes in their minds
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They're holy people........ in an unholy time
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Headin' for the church at the end of the line, Ash Wednesday

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See them hangin' out.... in every lonely place
Em
They'll tell you love can't hurt them now 	  	 
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But they got ashes on their face

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See them hangin' out in every lonely place
Em
They'll tell you love can't hurt them now 	  	 
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But they got ashes on their face
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We're all love sick we're love tired
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We strayed a little close to the edge of the fire
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Our hands got burned and our eyebrows singed
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We're walkin' down the streets of oblivion
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We got holes in our pockets, holes in our minds
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We're holy people..... in an unholy time
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Headin' for the church at the end of the line, Ash Wednesday
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Yeah, Ash Wednesday