Blessed

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Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.
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Blessed is the lamb whose blood flo--o--ows.
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Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted o-on,
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O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
                  Bm
I got no place to go,
                        Am
I've walked around Soho for the last night or so.
Bm                         Am  D
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.
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
                 Bm
My words trickle down, like a wound
                 Am         D
That I have no intention to heal.

Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.
Blessed is the church service makes me nervous.
Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers.
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
  Bm                           Am
I, I have tended my own garden
         D
Much too long.
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"Sounds Of Silence", 1965