letra de the saints i - dirt poor robins
each day you wake up with an aching
for something to set you apart
stripped the scales from your heart
(it never comes, it never comes)
a hostage tied up by its nature
it can’t help unsheathing its claws
a beast with desires of a god
(you won’t become, you won’t become)
from an unlikely place redemption has come
from an once-abstract sp-ce of zeroes and ones
for resolution your absolution
all when, all when the saints come marching in
i want to be in that number
when their, all when their light begins to shine
we will awake from this slumber
[interlude]
they were born with the strength of a mountain
but the modest intent of a dove
an end to the shedding of blood
(it won’t be long, it won’t be long)
you sculpted their minds to perfection
the zenith design of our age
the saint is also a sage
(but never wrong, but never wrong)
from the work of our hands salvation is here
a new constellation through coding appears
a sign of solution, a revolution
all when, all when the saints come marching in
i want to be in that number
when their, all when their light begins to shine
we will awake from this slumber
no more bashing and questioning
no more endlessly wrestling
no more doubt
you’re not missing out
no more kneeling and squandering
no more undeserved suffering
you’re enough
you will measure up
when the saints come marching in
i want to be in that number
when their light begins to shine
we will awake from this slumber
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