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And count the saints, is it something i m dreaming of
If i meet myself in a half way home, to be a part of a world where love can reside
Will it lead me to somewhere happy enough, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there the, and i m a sorry soul in a sinful world
will it come to life
To shield my hopes from the raining sky, and count the saints
To be a part of a world where love can reside, and you don t get out alive
Will it come to life, and count the saints Saints, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there
Is it something i m dreaming of, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there
And count the saints, and i m a sorry soul in a sinful world
but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there
If i meet myself in a half way home, and count the saints
and count the saints
and count the saints
And i gave myself to an honest man, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there
And count the saints, and you don t get out alive
love isn t always fair
But that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there, and i gave myself to an honest man, and i gave myself to an honest man
And count the saints, and count the saints
To shield my hopes from the raining sky, and the hopes i hold in my careful hands Saints, to be a part of a world where love can reside
Will it lead me to somewhere happy enough, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there
And arrange it all into simple lines, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there, and i ll remember all the things you said
and count the saints
And count the saints, and count the saints
But that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there, who couldn t keep his promises, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there
There s a reason why i keep it all inside, and you don t get out alive Count, if i close my eyes
And you don t get out alive, to be a part of a world where love can reside, and count the saints
And count the saints, and count the saints
will it come to life
And the hopes i hold in my careful hands, if i close my eyes, and count the saints
Who couldn t keep his promises, to shield my hopes from the raining sky
Will it lead me to somewhere happy enough, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there, love isn t always fair
And count the saints, there s a reason why i keep it all inside
And you don t get out alive, and count the saints, and i ll remember all the things you said
and you don t get out alive
If i meet myself in a half way home, and count the saints, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there
But that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there, and arrange it all into simple lines
And count the saints, who couldn t keep his promises, and count the saints
and i m a sorry soul in a sinful world
And arrange it all into simple lines, and count the saints the, well they don t get out alive
Is it something i m dreaming of, and the hopes i hold in my careful hands, will it lead me to somewhere happy enough
well they don t get out alive
And count the saints, and count the saints
will it come to life
and the hopes i hold in my careful hands
But that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there, will it lead me to somewhere happy enough, and i gave myself to an honest man
And count the saints, and the hopes i hold in my careful hands, love isn t always fair
Love isn t always fair, and i ll remember all the things you said
But that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there, and i ll remember all the things you said, and i m a sorry soul in a sinful world
to shield my hopes from the raining sky
Well they don t get out alive, and count the saints
and i m a sorry soul in a sinful world
And you don t get out alive, and you don t get out alive Foxes, and arrange it all into simple lines
And count the saints, is it something i m dreaming of
Love isn t always fair, love isn t always fair
and you don t get out alive
And i m a sorry soul in a sinful world, but that s no reason to be so cruel to me hold on to what is there
Love isn t always fair, if a steady head doesn t rule my heart, if i meet myself in a half way home