
Go Find Your Saint Songtext
Had no life,
I was feeling like some kind of unfinished project
I had a friend John,
he said let me turn you on to the saint of Inanimate Objects
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
Pill by pill a miracle occurred
The whole world got better
She said get off your knees and don't tarry
I ain't gonna be what I ain't
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
packed my bags I never did look back
But I'm glad that I met her
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
The union wasa gone
but I sang my songs at the Hall of the Felled Tree
Under the charms of the Saint's folded arms
well I hope she can help me
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
How I prayed until I said the words I knew would upset her
I was feeling like some kind of unfinished project
I had a friend John,
he said let me turn you on to the saint of Inanimate Objects
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
Pill by pill a miracle occurred
The whole world got better
She said get off your knees and don't tarry
I ain't gonna be what I ain't
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
packed my bags I never did look back
But I'm glad that I met her
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
The union wasa gone
but I sang my songs at the Hall of the Felled Tree
Under the charms of the Saint's folded arms
well I hope she can help me
Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint
THOMPSON, CHARLES
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