by The Beatles
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| When I find myself in | times of trouble, | Mother | Mary | comes to me |
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| Speaking words of | wisdom, let it | be |
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| And in my hour of | darkness, She is | standing | right in | front of me |
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| And when the broken | hearted people, | Living in | the world | agree |
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| There will be an | answer, let it | be |
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| But though they may | be parted, There | is still | a chance t | hat they will see |
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| There will be an | answer, let it | be |
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| And when the night i | s cloudy, there is | still a light | that | shines on me |
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| Shine on till tom | orrow, let it b | e |
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| I wake up to the sou | nd of music, Mother | Mary | comes to | me |
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| Speaking words of | wisdom, let it | be |
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