I'll tell you now the story of a friend of mine
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A small town boy named 'Saint Divine'
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At his red flamed hair they would laugh and stare
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As he searched in vain for friends to find
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His mother, father and brother too...
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They told him "...we don't see the world like you..."
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So he blew a kiss, he waved bye bye
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For love... it don't live here
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"All the tears he holds inside... he gotta go away
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...are the tears he must hide..."
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Looking for love...
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So he goes to a big and bright city
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Where friends ecstatic are never cruel
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Forgets the clouds grabs the silver lining
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The lipstick boy can boogaloo
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and life is just one crazy ball
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'cause down at King Tut Tuts he knows them all
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but the queen is still a queer
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and love... it don't live here.
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"All the tears he holds inside... he gotta go away
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...are the tears he must hide...Looking for.
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Looking for love...
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All the love he fails to find...he gotta go away
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...will his dreams run out of time?...Looking for,
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Looking for love..."
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Saint Saint Divine How you wear the woman
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What one calls a sinner another will a Saint
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Who is to say what is right from wrong
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It's Friday night! It's time to party
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The sacred cow can 'bang-a-gong'
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Sing you sinners, dance you Saints
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Anyway your body 'n' souls inclined.
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Laugh you lovers at those who hate
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in each an Adam and Eve entwined...
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Saint Divine
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Gavin Friday & The Man Seezer |