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I cried to my daddy on the telephone |
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how long now |
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Until the clouds unroll and you come home |
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the line went |
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But the shadows still remain since your descent |
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your descent |
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming |
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No matter how I try, I realise there's no reply |
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming |
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A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief |
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How long now |
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Until a weather change condemns belief |
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The stone says |
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This paternal guide once had his day |
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Once had his day |
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming |
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No matter how I try, I realise there's no reply |
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The saints are coming, the saints are coming |
