| Oh, I see another cold evening, another September
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| I am tired because things could be better
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| Too many people bearing their burdens
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| Carry crosses, hammering nails
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| Wasting a lifetime, waiting to see you
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| But nothing disturbs you, disturbs you
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| Saints preserve us then they desert us
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| Saints preserve us then they desert us
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| But if these tears you shed were what they seemed
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| What did you expect to see?
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| Oh, this landscape’s cold, less than forgiving
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| And there’s no hope of forgetting
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| Staring, you smile
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| I’m thinking of you all of the while
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| Saints preserve us then they desert us
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| Saints preserve us then they desert us
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| So when I get away I’ll send my regards
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| Thinking I should tell you
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| That I would much rather say that I don’t miss you
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| I can’t and won’t forgive you
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| All I’m doing, all that I’m doing
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| Is trying to forget you
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| To forget you
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| Oh, but I won’t forget you
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| Saints preserve us then they desert us
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| Saints preserve us then they desert us
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| Saints preserve us then they desert us
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| Oh, these saints preserve us only to desert us
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| Oh, they desert us |