Ina Wroldsen - St Peter

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           Gm
In the middle of hell
          Bb
lies a little St. Peter
       Eb
in a hospital bed
    Bb       D Dm
burning up

            Gm
With a cloth to his head
        Bb
he is ridden by fever
            Eb
and I can't even tell
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whether the demons have won
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And his mother is there with his brother tied to her
Back
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praying as hard as she can to a god in a land that I
                 D
think he forgot
In the middle of hell
where death by mosquito
is as everyday as my coffee or your cigarette
                       Gm
And she says God bless me
                 D
she says God bless me
                 Bb
and I shake my head
                         Eb                                       D
cause I can't see God in this hospital bed

               Gm
She says God bless me
               D
she says God bless me
          Bb
and I look away
                        Eb                             Dm
but as she lets go of my hand for the first time in this place
               Gm
I pray
     D
Amen
    Bb     Eb        D
Amen