| Oh saint Jude, the patriot say they cause is love
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| It’s my last pair to you
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| In the end of learns
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| As time tries to heal our wounds
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| And sometimes it’s just bad
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| To amputate the dead meat
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| Will cauterize the holes
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| To the only feeling you can claim
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| A ghost limbs
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| You’re my ghost limb
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| All my life, I heard you …
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| Be thicker than the wine
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| But you’re jealous and you’re ignorant
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| As we is wearing thin, thin
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| Lay proud that our mother is…
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| Tell you proud that your daughter sleeps alone
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| Aren’t you afraid that you’re empty?
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| But got nothing I can’t take no
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| You have suffered
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| But got nothing, I can’t take gave
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| And watch you bleed
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| Like you deserve this
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| My god you heard this
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| Sometimes it’s just bad to amputate the dead meat
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| Will cauterize the holes
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| To the only feeling you can claim
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| A ghost limbs
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| You’re my ghost limb
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| But got nothing I can’t take no
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| You have suffered
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| But got nothing, I can’t take gave
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| And watch you bleed
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| Like you deserve this
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| My god you heard this
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| Oh saint Jude, Oh saint Jude
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| This is my life bury you. |