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Feels like you're miles from here |
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In other towns with lesser names |
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Where the unholy ghost doesn't tell |
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Mary or William exactly what they want to hear |
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You remember the house on Ridge Road |
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Told you and the devil to both just leave me alone |
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If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling |
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You'll just have to trust me, I'm scared |
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I am the patron saint of lost causes |
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Aren't we all to you just near lost causes? |
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Aren't we all to you just lost? |
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Tommy, you left behind something |
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That'll mean everything right before you die |
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What if you gained the whole world? |
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You've already lost four little souls from your life |
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Widows and orphans aren't hard to find |
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They're home, missing daddy, who's saving the abandoned tonight |
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Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you |
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Sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth |
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That you are the patron saint of lost causes |
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All you are to them is now a lost cause |
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All you are to them is now, causes |
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Billy, don't you understand? |
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Timothy stood as long as he could |
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And now, you made his faith disappear |
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More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth |
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We're not questioning God |
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Just those He chose to carry on His cross |
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We're no better, you'll see |
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Just all of us, the lost causes |
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Aren't we all to you just lost causes? |
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Are we all to you lost, lost causes? |
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So all we are to you is all we are, is all we are |
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All we are is all we are |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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Patron saint, are we all lost like you? |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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Take what you will, what you will and leave |
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Could you kill, could you kill me? |
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If the world was on fire and nothing was left |
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But hope or desire |
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And take all that I could require, his vision |
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Or am I on the floor, over-desperate |
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Hold hands, streaming of blood again? |
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And then take full weight of me, guard my dreams |
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Figure this out, it's me on my own |
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A helpless, hurting, hell |
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Will you stay strong as you promised? |
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'Cause I'm stranded and bare |
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Meanness is washed up in all that I am |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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Then grace takes me to a place |
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Of the father you never had |
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Ripping and breaking and tearing apart |
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This is not heaven, this is my hell |
