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You Ain't No Saint
Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties
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When I met you,
We were young and like gasoline to matches,
Waking up drunk, sleeping through your early classes.
I grew up and grew dull,
And you say you wish I hadn't.
Well, I'm drunk again and you're guilty
Like you're Irish Catholic.
But you ain't no saint,
And I ain't one either.
Guess that's why I'm lying here.
'Cause I know,
That I'm banged up.
I've got bruises I can't place,
Oh, I've been coughing out blood.
I know, that I'm banged up.
I've got bruises I can't place.
I've been coughing out blood.
I've got a gut full of ulcers,
We're gonna burn out like dead stars
And turn to dust.
If you're coming here alone,
Then there's no where else to go.
So when I walk in, they know I'm alone
Dig your anchors in my bones,
Keep your breathing soft and slow.
It's freezing, I've made a blanket from my coat.
But you ain't no saint,
And I ain't one either.
That's why I'm lying here.
Well, I know that I'm banged up.
I've got bruises I can't place,
Well, I've been coughing out blood,
And I know
That I'm banged up
I got bruises I can't place,
Well, I've been coughing out blood
I've got a gut full of ulcers
Gonna burn out like dead stars
It gets freezing here after dark
Search in the car for
My dad's old Bill's hat
Passed down in '93
Never got far from me
He moved to the island from upstate
He spent Sundays watching the game with me
Explaining everything, we watched it carry
If my dad was here, I wonder what'd he say
We watched Jim Kelly lead the way
And if my dad was here, I wonder what'd he say
If my dad was here,
I wonder if he'd even recognize me
I'm fucking begging
I'm fucking begging
'Cause I know,
That I'm banged up
I've got bruises I can't place
Oh, I've been coughing out blood
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