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You Are The Saint, I Am The Sinner - Winger

"You Are The Saint, I Am The Sinner (3:35) (Winger/Beach) Do you really believe that I Can't see inside your cold heart I have witnessed you, now let the Truth"

Shadow Of A Saint - Ian Brown

"Sat in the grass, up on a hill The air so still, you came to me to say "I`ll take away your tears, and stay with you for years" Sat in the grass, up on a hill The air so still, you come to me to say"

Kiss Of A Saint - Soulrelic

"Lost deep in your eyes Safe in your heart I'm still waiting for you to seal my lips with a kiss of saint You are the air I'm breathing tonight A heart made to be broken beats only for you Again I'm falling"

A Saint Is Weeping - Virgin Black

"Curdled milk in wine The lingering taste of yesterday My color has grown pale Your face I see no more A pointed finger accuses me So dead, so numb, so cold With every illicit embrace A splintered soul"

Saint - Travis Scott

"Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Murda on the beat, so it's not nice Yeah, mama built a saint (Saint, yeah) Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (Thank, alright) Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (Aw, it's"

Saint - Elton John

"You don't pass your time in limbo Or hang out with the crowd Sitting on the stoop like a little girl Who took the wrong road into town But you got that short cut way about you And no one's gonna stare"

Prayer Of Saint Francis - Sarah McLachlan

"Lord make me an instrument of your peace, Where there is hatred let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. And"

Prayer Of Saint Francis - Choir

"Lord, make me an instrument of thy Peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow Love. Where there is injury, thy Pardon, Lord. Where there is doubt, let there be Faith. Oh Lord, make me an instrument of thy"

Prayer To Saint Peter - Edwin McCain

"Let them in Peter For they are very tired. Give them couches where the angels sleep And light those fires. Let them wake whole again To brand new dawns Fired by the sun Not wartime's bloody guns And may"

Excavate (feat. Saint Claire) - MACKLEMORE

"Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away Crack my window, shed my shadow, excavate my pain If I could read the world my notebook and these thoughts in it Would they judge me or love me"

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