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The other night I dreamt I was back in college There were boys in robes and sandals They were singing songs to Krishna Burning candles they'd trade for money And you agreed to buy one 'cause you felt guilty One turned into Sister Margaret I said "If you can change your shape that easily Can you take the form of my dead father? I think he would've liked to meet my wife I know for a fact he would've liked my wife" Then last night I was somewherе near Virginia Rebuking Satan with ironic faithfulness Thеn Satan turned to me: "Have you thought much about that cry?" Eloi, Eloi Have you thought much about that cry? Have you thought much about that cry? Have you thought much about that cry? Have you thought much about that cry? Have you thought much about that cry? Eloi, Eloi Eloi, Eloi Lama sabachthani Eloi, Eloi Eloi Eloi