Church - The Awful Ache lyrics

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Esmerelda falls in love every Saturday<br />

And on Sunday morning don't remember a thing<br />

And the gringos are all saints of the latter day, that's the way<br />

And it takes a little pain out of the sting<br />

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Holy water tastes as sweet as wine<br />

Holy wine tastes just like blood<br />

She's drinking for loss, for the man on the cross<br />

She says no more, the awful ache<br />

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And in her bedroom there's a mirror there<br />

Sometimes it don't reflect a thing<br />

And from the street he sees her silhouette<br />

And he can't forget<br />

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That her kisses are as sweet as wine<br />

And her kisses taste like myrrh<br />

Her love is lost, like the man on the cross<br />

And no more, the awful ache<br />

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Esmerelda walks on down to the cemet'ry<br />

And he's waiting for her in the shade<br />

With the angels and the sad old trees, patiently<br />

But she walks right past his grave<br />

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She's crying for loss, for the man on the cross<br />

She says no more, the awful ache<br />

She's crying for loss, and the man on the cross<br />

She says no more, the awful ache