Band of Matron Saints
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Lyrics
Sisters of the son, who want to know the ne'er; Bring love to all, who still press on. Hold to see, just one more wrong. One more time One more time They state their penalties, and hide the aweful truth. Where they peer and in much to prove To build tributes to a better you. Depend on matron saints, and come to here for me With no-oh breeze, to bear more strife. Bring in air, two holes maybe. He holds his women dear, not your man of stone. Purest soul n'sullied names Build the things that we can home.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:02
- Tempo
- 115 BPM