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 we drew.
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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
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something that will 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 and now
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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?
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Lost causes
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So all we are to you,
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Is all we are, is all we are
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All we are is all we are
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[Choir:]
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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? (Lost causes, all we are is all we are)
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Patron Saint, are we all lost like you? (To you, lost...)
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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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Take what you will, what you will
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And leave. Could you kill, could you kill me
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If the world was on fire
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and nothing was left but hope or desire
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And take all that I could bring forth, is this hell
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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
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Guard my dreams, figure this out,
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It's me on my own. 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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is God. Take this and all,
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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
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This is my hell.
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(*Fin)
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| Anberlin |
