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A Perfect Circle - Magdalena
Overcome by your moving temple
Overcome by this holiest of altars
So pure, so rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
I've lost my self control
Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down
Before your holiest of altars
I'd sell my soul, my self esteem
A dollar at a time for
One chance, one kiss
One taste of you my magdalena
I bear witness to this place, this prayer, so long forgotten
So pure, so rare, to witness such an earthly goddess
And I'd sell my soul, my self-esteem
A dollar at a time for
One chance, one kiss,
One taste of you my black madonna
I'd sell my soul, my self-esteem
A dollar at a time
For one taste, one taste
One taste of you my magdalena