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Saint Simon (Radio 2 Live Session)

After all these implements and text designed by intellects

So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides

And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines

Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vineI'm trying hard not to pretend

Allow myself no mock defense

Step into the nightSince I don't have the time nor mind to figure out

The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a 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 outI'll try hard not to give in

Battened down to fair the wind

Rid my head of this pretense

Allow myself no mock defense

Step into the night...Mercy's eyes are blue

When she places them in front of you

Nothing holds a roman candle to

The solemn warmth you feel insideThere's no measuring of it

As nothing else is loveI'll try hard not to give in

Battened down to fair the wind

Rid my head of this pretense

Allow myself no mock defense

Step into the night...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

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