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when fate has seen you |
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on the stage of life |
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(resilient and repressed) |
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when angels receive you |
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in their house of light |
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(reinvented and distressed) |
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that is when we know that your a hero |
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when you walk through fire and fear zero |
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just Like old blue eyes |
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you've gone your own way |
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on broken highways |
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you have made your name |
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and carved out sidewalks |
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that people now stand upon |
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Cause True Rebels walk alone |
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you are the Saint of lonely hearts |
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when life has got you |
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in a stranglehold |
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(fearful and depressed) |
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your only friends are |
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people that you owe |
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(and frankly they're under duress) |
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that is when you get down on your knees |
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and get release from your lonely heart disease |
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Like John the Baptist |
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you have made the way |
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for the unbelievers and their restless hate |
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but still you cover them |
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yes, you bury them with grace |
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and yes you walk alone |
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your the saint of Lonely Hearts |
