The Saints Of Tomorrow

	  		
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Her eyes were bluer than the skies, her 
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hair was yellow as the sun; she 
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would'nt have wanted me to cry, but I 
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I....am only..human 

 
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the saints of tomorrow,          the saints of tomorrow; 
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lift our fears and sorrow....           saints of tomorrow 



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When I find my self in those times of trouble, my sister 
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Jessica smiles down to me; so I 
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throw aside my pick and shovel, 'cause I'm 
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so tired of diggin