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They found an empty bottle on her windowsill The day her mother lost her sleeping pills She was sick and tired of being invisible Hard to see in color
Hold my hands down So they don't, they don't Reach for you In case you don't know A saint is a sinner too Blind my eyes So I can't see What's coming
There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one I cried to my daddy on the telephone
Whoa, in the night I got what you need, boy Got what you need, boy I got what you need, boy Saint or a sinner Yo, she's a part time good girl, other
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando
Lord make me an instrument of your peace Where there is hatred, let me sow love Where there is injury, pardon Where there is doubt, faith Where there
Sometimes they see you just now they don't Maybe this is a lucky day or a penny on the way home Sit between the clouds for cover raindrops hide in
You're going away, away from me But here in my heart is the memory of The way we danced the way we kissed The way we fell in love Oh, the little secrets
Well, rock 'n rollin' holiday Rock 'n rollin all the way Rock 'n rollin' to the end 'Til the saints go marchin' in Now when the saints go marchin' in
I'm so blind, I cannot see You're so warm to me I'm not there and you are here Please take me Yeah, the saints are down Oh, the saints are down The saints
Thinking back now I suppose you were just stating your views What was it all for? For the weather or the battle of Agincourt And the times that we all
So you think you know What's going on inside her head You think she wants your money But it's you she wants instead When you think about the things That
I'm standing in the corridor, successfully being me Smoking a quick cigarette to liven up the journey Of course I got my walkman on, it's playing let
Had no life, I was feeling Like some kind of unfinished project I had a friend John, he said let me turn you on To the saint of inanimate objects Go
I'm sleeping on the cloud I'm dreaming of the world You're leaving so long then I'm hanging on the poles Those tiny waterfalls Of your tears that you
In the name of love lost I'm frozen to her and I want you to come build me a bridge soaked in gasoline and pass the torch. Hey baby let me be your Valentine