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CWill you pray for me
When the roots of the oak
And my ribcage are bGraidinâ
CIf I can think
Lord knows that I will fondly pray for Gyou
HDigh on the hill where the fox horns blow
ACnd down in the grave where they lay me low
GCatholic girl, pray for me
You're my only hope for Heaven
CWhen I's a boy
I'd drink and love and smoke and snort mGy fill
CBut all the while
I kept in mind the Lordâs redeeming gGrace
DHigh on the hill where the fox horns blow
AndC down in the city where the heathens go
CGatholic girl, pray for me
You're my only hope for Heaven
DDo you reckon he lets Free Will
CBoys mope around in purgatory G
CI know that Hell
Is just as real as I am surely breathiGnâ'
But Iâve heard Ctale
Of a middle ground, I think will work for Gme
WDhen the time has come for changin' worlds
IC'll hedge my bets with a Catholic girl
GCatholic girl, pray for me
You're my only hope for Heaven
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