another cold evening another september
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i'm tired because things could be better
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too many people bear their burdens
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carrying crosses hammering nails
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wasting lifetime waiting to see you
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but nothing disturbs you
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disturbs you
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saints preserve us, then desert us
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saints preserve us, then they desert us
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but if these tears you shed were what they seemed
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what did you expect to see?
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this landscape's cold and less than forgiving
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there's no hope of forgetting
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staring, you smile
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thinking of you all of the while
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saints preserve us, then desert us
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saints preserve us, then desert us
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so when i get away i'll send my regards
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thinking i should tell you
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that i would much rather say that i don't miss you
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i can't and won't forgive you
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all i'm doing, all that i'm doing
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is trying to forget you
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to forget you
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oh but i won't forget you
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saints preserve us, then desert us
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saints preserve us, then desert us
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all these saints they preserve us
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only to desert us
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oh they desert us
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Saints Preserve Us
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| The Beloved |
