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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