I'm standing in the corridor, successfully being me
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Smoking a quick cigarette to liven up the journey
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Of course I got my walkman on, it's playing LET IT BLEED
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Cos I'm the patron saint of losers
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And you're the queen of need
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And I'm the patron saint of losers
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So say a prayer to me
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Say a prayer, you know who t'address it to
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I'm walking down the station, just looking straight ahead
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And I just lost my ticket, and I just lost the thread
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And I wonder if just one small body could fill up all my bed
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Hey I'm the patron saint of losers
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And you're the queen of the dead
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And I'm the patron saint of losers
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That's what you said, you called me
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The Patron Saint of Losers
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The Patron Saint of Losers
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Deliver me, deliver me from that which I've undone
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Cos if you're looking for a loser, I might just be one
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Martyrdom's the only thing that faguely turns me on
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Cos I'm the Patron Saint
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I'm walking up the staircase, and I'm knocking at your door
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And someone shouts you're out of place, you're blocking up the hall
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But I've been here 15 years, so Baby it's your call
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Cos I'm the patron saint of losers
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Woah, honey, I've lost it all
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I'm the patron saint of losers
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Proud before the fall
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I'm the patron saint of losers
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I'm the patron saint of losers.
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The Patron Saint Of Losers
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John Wesley Harding |