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When The Saints Go Marching In Voices

that need it the most Calm down and don't sweat it kid Your heart is hard to hold when it's beating like it is Bang the drum the saints go marching in

sleep where all your dreams turn bittersweet with voodoo doll philosophies day glo holy trinities the crooked raft that leaves the shore ferries drunken souls aboard pilgrims march to compostelo ( * ) visions of their saint

sleep where all your dreams turn bittersweet With voodoo doll philosophies day glow holy trinities The crooked raft that leaves the shore, ferries drunken souls aboard Pilgrims march to compostle visions of their Saint

place in time When a million voices rose anew Words of war spread faster than a prairie fire Through the jaws of heaven here we go From on high the

where all your dreams turn bittersweet with voodoo doll philosophies day glo holy trinities the crooked raft that leaves the shore ferries drunken souls aboard pilgrims march to compostelo ( * ) visions of their saint