The Ballad of Saint Paul
Clem Snide
Pray
I wish I only could
But I know my words ain't right
I know my heart's no good
So God
I'm begging for a glimpse
The keyhole in my eyes
And the tingle in my tips
When them ancient aches
Start a-coming on
Let us bend not break
Sing a righteous song
Mourn
It seems all I know to do
For the sweetness that was lost
When I lost sight of you
So God
I'm hoping that it's thee
That hides behind my eyes
And sets my poor heart free
When them ancient aches
Start a-coming on
We do what it takes
Bravely get along
When them ancient aches
Start a-coming on
Let us bend not break
Sing a righteous song
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