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Simon Paul The Rhythm Of The Saints

If I have weaknesses Don't let them blind me Or camouflage all I am wary of I could be sailing in seizures of laughter Or crawling out from under the

If I have weaknesses Don't let them blind me Or camouflage all I am wary of I could be sailing in seizures of laughter Or crawling out from under the

I can't run but I can walk much faster than this Can't run but I can't run but I can walk much faster than this Can't run but A cooling system Burns

I feel good It's a fine day The way the sun hits off the runway A cloud shifts The plane lifts She moves on But feel the bite Whenever you believe that

Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling And we will leave this loathsome little town Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby Silver

Moves like a fist through the traffic Anger and no one can heal it Shoves a little bump into the momentum It's just a little lump But you feel it In

I'm accustomed to a smooth ride Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost its bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep through