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Saints
Their hearts was a jeweler she polished everyday
With little acts of kindness as she went along her way
She was No picture for your wall
Some times saints don't looks like saints at all
He raised her children by him self
And they were left alone
He fed their wounded hearts with love until they had their own
He seemed so insignificant and small
Sometimes Saints don't look like saints at all
Saints aren't always blessed simply faces
Angels can be found unexpected places
They're not that hard to recognize
You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eyes
He drinks too much and swears more then he should some people say
But they don't count the precious hours of life he gives away
To help the weak and humble when they fall
Sometimes Saints don't look like saints at all
Saints aren't always blessed simply faces
Angels can be found unexpected places
They're not that hard to recognize
You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eye
Music â€Ã‚¦Ã¢€Ã‚¦Ã¢€Ã‚¦Ã¢€Ã‚¦
Sometimes Saints don't look like saints at all
Saints aren't always blessed simply faces
Angels can be found unexpected places
They're not that hard to recognize
You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eyes
She sacrificed her early life and all she might have known
To keep her Aging mother from the fear of being alone
How she sits alone herself while Shadows fall
Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all
Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all
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Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all
Sometimes saints don't look like saints at all
How she sits alone herself while Shadows fall
To keep her Aging mother from the fear of being alone
She sacrificed her early life and all she might have known
You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eyes
They're not that hard to recognize
Angels can be found unexpected places
Saints aren't always blessed simply faces
Sometimes Saints don't look like saints at all
Music â€Ã‚¦Ã¢€Ã‚¦Ã¢€Ã‚¦Ã¢€Ã‚¦
You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eye
They're not that hard to recognize
Angels can be found unexpected places
Saints aren't always blessed simply faces
Sometimes Saints don't look like saints at all
To help the weak and humble when they fall
But they don't count the precious hours of life he gives away
He drinks too much and swears more then he should some people say
You can tell them by the little bits of heaven in their eyes
They're not that hard to recognize
Angels can be found unexpected places
Saints aren't always blessed simply faces
Sometimes Saints don't look like saints at all
He seemed so insignificant and small
He fed their wounded hearts with love until they had their own
And they were left alone
He raised her children by him self
Some times saints don't looks like saints at all
She was No picture for your wall
With little acts of kindness as she went along her way
Their hearts was a jeweler she polished everyday
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