saint? But father forgive me, help me Give me more to complain The hand of the saint Ooh, yeah I need the hand of the saint Ohh, yeah
bigger difference who's the sinner who's the saint father forgive me - help me give me more to complain the hand of the saint i never thought i 'll
Vertaling: Zondaar. Hand Of The Saint.
over, I'd have waited for this moment So I could give my heart to you unbroken But if our mistakes brought us together, does it really matter whether We were saints or sinners
up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that your saints and sinners
on back to you And I, I forget now Just what I'm supposed to do When a saint is a sinner too A saint is a sinner too Hold, hold my hands down Hold my hands
the lighter babe Fire it up! Writer baby You could be the quote If I'm the lyric baby You could be the note Record that! Saint, I'm a sinner Prize,
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game, ooh yeah Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints
one more night before the world goes dead No time to relax, no time for restraint There ain't no line between a sinner and a saint So throw up your hands
it(Hey) I know just where it's at, You can run, you can hide But you never realize You're living just like a rat, The cops and the killers Some saints and some sinners
could be the lighter babe Fire it up! Writer babe You could be the quote If I'm the lyric baby You could be the note Record that! Saint, I'm a sinner
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah Every cop is a criminal And all the sinners are saints
me sing a psalm there You better leave my soul in a crude cafe I don't even belong there Oh Lord, can't you make a sinner a saint Why did you start
Don't try to understand A life upon the road Is the life of an outlaw Some men call me Abel Some men call me Cain Some men call me Sinner, Lord Some men call me Saint
chair My faith hangs on this cross I wear I?m a lotta things to a lotta things Not always a winner, a loser I ain't I?m a full time sinner, part time saint
not champagne and caviar Got pick-up trucks, ain't no Mercedes That's who we are Ooh, yeah I wouldn't change a thing I ain't no saint sometimes a sinner
wouldn't do I'm your brother and I'll cover you No man is a saint, no man is an island The beacon is faith, it shines like a diamond in your hand Will
, "Fly high like the angels Run wild like the devil We're all tryin' to find the middle Between saint and sinner, wrong and right Sunday morning and Saturday night" Saint and sinner
