Frank Black
Go Find Your Saint
Had no lifeI was feeling likeSome kind of unfinished projectI had a friend JohnHe said let me turn you onTo the saint of Inanimate ObjectsGo find, go find your saintPill by pill a miracle occurredThe whole world got betterHow I prayed until I said the wordsI knew would upset herShe said get off your knees and don't tarryI ain't gonna be what I ain'tGo find, go find your saintGo find, go find your saintI packed my bagsI never did look backBut I'm glad that I met herGo find, go find your saintGo find, go find your saintGo find, go find your saintGo find, go find your saintThe union was gone but I sang my songsAt the Hall of the Felled TreeUnder the charm of the Saint's folded armsWell I hope she can help me
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