Hand of the Saint - Sinner
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Hand of the Saint Lyrics
Blood shot, evil eyes
A black robe covered his lies
Tangled in extreme caress
The last confessStanding in the crossroads
Going down the line
Keeping up the feelings
Send a signDoes it makes a bigger difference
Who's the sinner, who's the saint?
Father forgive me, help me
Give me more to complain
The hand of the saintI never thought I'll break the spell
Endless circles, I hear the bell
I look the left and to the right
The holy man was out of sightStanding in the crossroads
Going down the line
Keeping up the feelings
Send a signDoes it makes a bigger difference
Who's the sinner, who's the saint?
But father forgive me, help me
Give me more to complain
The hand of the saintDoes it makes a bigger difference
Who's the sinner, who's the saint?
But father forgive me, help me
Give me more to complainDoes it makes a bigger difference
Who's the sinner, who's the saint?
But father forgive me, help me
Give me more to complain
The hand of the saintOoh, yeah
I need the hand of the saint
Ohh, yeah