Her eyes were bluer than the skies, her
hair was yellow as the sun; she
would'nt have wanted me to cry, but I
I am only human
the saints of tomorrow, the saints of tomorrow;
lift our fears and sorrow saints of tomorrow
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When I find my self in those times of trouble, my sister
Jessica smiles down to me; so I
throw aside my pick and shovel, 'cause I'm
so tired of diggin