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Saint Simon - text

After all these implements
and texts designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently
there's still so much that hides
And though the saints dub us divine
in ancient fading lines
Their sentiment is just as
hard to pluck from the vine

I'll try hard not to pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night

Since I don't have the time
nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that
helped us out in making sense of our lives
The cruel, uneventful state
of apathy releases me
I value them, but I won't cry
every time one's wiped out

I'll try hard not to give in
Battened down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night

La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum

Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing holds a Roman candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside

There's no measuring of
Nothing else is love

I'll try hard not to give in
Battened down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night

La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum

Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside of you

Do do do do do do do da dee da da da da da da-dun

La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum
La-da-da-dum
La-da-da-da-dum-dum

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