Mary hangs from the rearview mirror On the dash her son's come off worse We've got a carload of faith here And we're saved from the world by some verse
Nothing I can do or say Will ever move people this way
I want it, if it moves mountains I want it, move mountains for me
You can twist and turn and bend it 'til it's the cruellest shape in the world But I still want it The last free thing in the world
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