This is the story of a man,
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Who conquered life drink in hand
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Ship unmanned.
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Marked by genius, channelled good,
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By some a bit misunderstood.
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They'd been wrong many times before
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Some times our saints are sinners,
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They blur the lines and lead the way,
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Their Way.
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Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
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The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.
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Never a stranger to late night snake
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bite fist fights and empty pints,
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Unrivaled heights.
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He led with songs, they sang along,
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created bonds that held so strong
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Some were right and some were wrong
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Some times our saints are sinners,
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They blur the lines and lead the way,
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Their Way.
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Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
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The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.
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[Solo]
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It's by the sea and at nights end that's when the sin and swill begin
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That's when he had that certain light inside his head
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For every whisper he would scream for every draught he shared a drink
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For every sorrow there is a light from our St. James
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On the sea by the cliff he watches, he waits the night to see
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The day - his way
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Last call will find us all
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But there's a light that leads the way, our way.
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Some times our saints are sinners,
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They blur the lines and lead the way,
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Their Way.
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Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
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The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.
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St. James
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Avenged Sevenfold |