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Get Thee Behind Me Satan
Get thee behind me, satan
I want to resist
But the moon is low and I can’t say "no"
Get thee behind me
Get thee behind me, satan
I mustn’t be kissed
But the moon is low and I may let go
Get thee behind me
Someone I’m mad about
Is waiting in the night for me
Someone that I mustn’t see
Satan, get thee behind me
He promised to wait
But I won’t appear and he may come here
Satan, he’s at my gate
Get thee behind me
Stay where you are
It’s too late