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Fucking Saints

we were anarchist at the top of the world
remembering a time now cloudy
like staring into a dirty mirror �
thinking there's something clear �
behind those smears �
now I see � �
with you I'm there again �
flipping the image �
young and looking towards the future �
� �
I don't understand �
how someone so beautiful �
could even exist �
� �
told you I see you �
my vision never changed �
we can't change the mistakes �
more years means more slip-ups �
I'm sorry starts to wear out it's welcome �
yet I still feel loved in your arms �
no mistaking this is where I belong �
come snuggle closer �
hope is never lost �
not as long as we have eachother �
� �
I don't understand �
how someone so beautiful �
could ever want me �
� �
so much hate out there in this ugly world �
fuckers like to dissect every word �
maybe I shouldn't be so cryptic �
tell them clearly �
I march to my death for only one �
lover to end all others �
so I have no time for nonsense �
but you are different from those people �
no crudeness in that gorgeous body �
the beauty to my beast �
� �
I don't understand �
how someone so beautiful �
could fight so elegantly �
� �
we age and weld together �
never felt closer � �
late night drives �
and neon lights �
takes me back to the first time �
you with your punk rock makeup � �
hip hop flair in my swagger �
that middle finger �
straight up for the haters �
going back to the bedroom �
laying bare � �
exposing true selves �
seeing we are as pure as the fountain of youth