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As in the final hours the priest came walking in
With beans about his hand and wine about his breath
He took the frail wrist and pulled the stool up to the bed
Have you anything to confess? Have you anything to confess?
Nothing Father, I die with no regrets
You die with no regrets? I died with no regrets
But none of us are perfect son, be not in pieces in your rest
Have you anything to confess?
If I have wronged another blameless or with intent
You can bet that I did my best
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Blueline Medic are a four piece rock band who have no trouble avoiding catchphrases that offer the appearance of being more hip than they are. Thanks to a lack of a solid group identity, its members are virtuosos of describing what the band is not, rather than what it really is. In any case, there’s enough literature written about Blueline Medic over the past five years for critics and the like to actually do some kind of research themselves. There's also plenty of lyrical content in BLM's tunes for enthusiasts to glean an idea of what they’re about.

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