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When the night is getting closer
And you got no one by your side
It’s like the world falls down on you
And there’s nowhere you can hide
You feel

Take the streets back like a Guerilla Saint
Outreach like a pack of Guerilla Saints
Bold, but yet humble that's the image of Christ
Those in the dark we

worship
Power in worship
Power in the worship of the saints

Come on jam those hands unto the Lord
He has given us breakthrough
By the blood of His son

decided to reach out anyway
I know we didn't spend too much time together so I wanted to catch you up on a few Things
For starters, I go by Saint and I've

Livin is easy in saint tropez
Ain´t it a nice place to dream away
The noise and annoyance of a stressful day
Livin is easy in saint-tro-pez

Sipping

the picture
Of his favorite chair to stay
Where he'd rest his tortured body
Scarred and marred by his life's war
I hope he found the reasons
Needed to reach for

There's once was this dog headed saint, living on the outskirts of town
he had paws like a bear, and the strength of an army combined
Long ago he sat

flowers with every new played chord...why don't you listen by now

Yeah, we are the Blooming Saints, uhuh
Yeah, we are the Blooming Saints, alright mama

Cost yet
Aww yeah
Party in LA
And she ain't show up by herself
But she may as well
If she brought friends I couldn't tell
She wanted to go home
I told

lawyer
By lawyer I mean prisoner
And by prisoner I mean prophet
By prophet I mean preacher
And by preacher I mean savior
By savior I mean killer
And by

Mercy Came Running

Phillips, Craig & Dean

Favorite Songs of All

1998

Hopeless and afraid

Walls I never meant to build
Left this prisoner unfulfilled
Freedom called but even still
It seemed so far away

I was bound by

Jehovah and All That Jazz

Gino Vannelli

Yonder Tree

1995

a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise
So I toot my toot for the man with roots
Hey, fifer on the E-flat flute play on, play on
All you sinners

I’m not listening to devils on my shoulder 
Don’t like games when spell is cheap and easy going
Chains I’m wearing made of gold but payed by sorrow

easy im a prisoner within myself


Im the realest mother fucker youll ever meet 
If i say im on your team well you best believe 
By yo side im in it

and citizen of Milan, was a Roman warrior, converted to Christianity. He became a martyr and saint when killed during the persecution carried out by the Roman

A Song for David

Joan Baez

Golden Hour, Vol. 2

1977

In my heart I will wait 
By the stony gate 
And the little one 
In my arms will sleep. 
Every rising of the moon 
Makes the years grow late

Bangin'

Bubba Sparxxx

Pain Management

2013

muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere

Man of His Word

Bob Carlisle

Shades of Grace

1996

She knew that is was true
He wasn't a saint

But he was a saint enough for her
He was a man,
A man of his word
The final days of summer, 1964,

[Saint Dane: 1 ]

I don’t give no fucks, i don’t give no fucks, (nah)
She tried to pop out to my house but i don’t fuck (ew), that lil hoe a thotty

by the bed and
We keep a bottle in the cabinet
I'll be the first to admit
Got some good and we got some bad habits

We're the cold beer raisers

subside
By your rage
That's been burning inside you
All these years
Now it's time
To break down

You're a prisoner
And that's all you'll ever be
You're

Sometimes I feel like I am
A prisoner to myself
I try to run and I scram
But I'm still stuck in this cell
I feel so confined
And tied down to these

I'm Not a Saint

Tech N9ne

Something Else

2013

signaling the sickly?
Forgive me
Good people, I gotta let them know before they pick me

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord)
I'm crying out

There is no place for blame
What can we do to escape from this game
Cause nothing will make you a saint
World of pain drawing by paints
There is no place