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Ruega por nosotros, Jude el Apostle.

*fin

Feels like you’re miles from here,
in other towns with lesser names.
Where the unholy ghost doesn’t tell
Mary or William exactly what they want to hear.
You remember the house on Ridge Road
told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone.
If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling.
You’ll just have to trust me. I’m scared.

I am the patron saint of lost causes.
Aren’t we all to you just near lost causes?
Aren’t we all to you just lost

Tommy, you left behind
something that will mean everything right before you die.
What if you gained the whole world?
You’ve already lost four little souls from your life.
Widows and orphans aren’t hard to find.
They’re home missing daddy who’s saving the abandoned tonight.
Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you.
Sympathy’s better than having to tell you the truth.

That you are the patron saint of lost causes.
All you are to them is now a lost cause.
All you are to them is now, causes.

Billy, don’t you understand?
Timothy stood as long as he could and now
you made his faith disappear.
More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth.
We’re not questioning God.
Just those he chose to carry on His cross.
We’re no better, you’ll see.
Just all of us, the lost causes.

Aren’t we all to you just lost causes?
Are we all to you lost?
Lost causes
So all we are to you,
Is all we are, is all we are
All we are is all we are

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Lost causes, all we are is all we are
To you, lost…

Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

Take what you will, what you will

And leave.

Could you kill, could you kill me
If the world was on fire
and nothing was left but hope or desire?
And take all that I could bring forth, is this hell?
Or am I on the floor over-desperate
hold hands streaming of blood again?
And then take full weight of me
Guard my dreams, figure this out
It’s me on my own…

Helpless, hurting, hell.

Will you stay strong as you promised?
‘Cause I’m stranded and bare.
Mean-ness is washed up in all that I am
is God. Take this and all,
Then grace takes me to a place
Of the father you never had
Ripping and breaking and tearing apart

This is not heaven

This is my hell.

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