Saint of Alcohol Songtext

American Gun

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Saint of Alcohol Songtext
Late at night in a hotel room
I saw the ghost
Of the patron saint of alcohol

Lost in a hurricane
With nowhere to blow
Maybe the devil sold his soul

Looking out for number one
Looking out for you

Caught in the thick of things
Going for broke
I saw you, I saw myself in me

But gone in an instant babe
There's nowhere to turn
I caught fire and I'm damn sure going to burn

Looking out for number one
Looking out for you

Looking out for number one
Looking out for number one
Looking out for you
For you
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