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I know that the architect in meNow grows the grim citadel I breatheDestroyed that raw catholic boyHis faith has waned;He bears a guilt that still remains.I know there's a poverty that breedsIt grows and grows and grows with gleeYou see, I don't preach austerityThere's a great ennuiThat stills the heart of our society(CHORUS x2)Orwell Knows that I'm so tiredDown and out among these spiresIt gets so very hard at timesA saint could cryI'm so bored of the unknownI just want to be aloneTake a little time to understand that,Yeah, I'm alright, you know that i'm alright. (CHORUS x2) A saint could cry, A saint could crySongtextebut I forgive you, I forgive you every time. A saint could cry(CHORUS to fade) Aus Songtexte Mania