Like the Saint

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Bellows - Rock

Like the Saint

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Living by the river and the mountains tall Living like the saint in the paint on your wall Feels so good I am not your brother, I am not your mom I am not your dad or your unborn son I am your friend Do you ever think about the nights when I copied your expressions 'til we both fell quiet? It's 'cause I was drunk And I'm sorry Living by the river where the trees are high Floating like a saint like the paint above your eyes But you don't wear that anymore I am not your brother, I am not your mom I am not your dad or your unborn son I am your friend Do you ever think about the afternoons we pasted them and placed them between the moon And the sky Cause that's like being high Though I don't know Living by the river where the kids looks cool Flying like a saint through the trees I looked only once but I still felt the wiser You are not my brother you are not my mom You are not my dad Or my son You are my friend Do you ever think about the nights when I came into your body from a place so high And your arms would shake I'm living in your bedroom living inside Living like a saint in the rain Catching death I reflected your expression but i didn't express the west coast attitude my mother confessed after years of lying kindly

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