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This is the story of a man,Who conquered life drink in hand |
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Ship unmanned. |
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Marked by genius, channelled good, By some a bit misunderstood. |
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They'd been wrong many times before |
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Some times our saints are sinners, |
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They blur the lines and lead the way, |
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Their Way. |
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Raise hell and a glass in reverence, |
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The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints. |
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Never a stranger to late night snake bite fist fights and empty pints, |
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Unrivaled heights. |
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He led with songs, they sang along, created bonds that held so strong |
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Some were right and some were wrong |
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Some times our saints are sinners, |
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They blur the lines and lead the way, |
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Their Way. |
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Raise hell and a glass in reverence, |
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The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints. |
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(Solo) |
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It's by the sea and at nights end that's when the sin and swill begin |
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That's when he had that certain light inside his head |
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For every whisper he would scream for every drought he shared a drink |
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For every sorrow there is a light from our St. James |
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On the sea by the cliff he watches, he waits the night to see |
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The day - his way |
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Last call will find us all |
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But there's a light that leads the way, our way. |
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Some times our saints are sinners, |
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They blur the lines and lead the way, |
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Their Way. |
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Raise hell and a glass in reverence, |
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The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints. |
