| I’ll tell you now the story of a friend of mine
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| A small town boy named 'saint divine'
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| At his red flamed hair they would laugh and stare
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| As he searched in vain for friends to find
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| His mother, father and brother too…
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| They told him, «We don’t see the world like you.»
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| So he blew a kiss, he waved bye bye
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| For love, it don’t live here
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| All the tears he holds inside
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| He gotta go away
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| Are the tears he must hide
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| Looking for love
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| So he goes to a big and bright city
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| Where friends ecstatic are never cruel
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| Forgets the clouds grabs the silver lining
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| The lipstick boy can boogaloo
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| And life is just one crazy ball
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| 'cause down at king tut tuts he knows them all
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| But the queen is still a queer
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| And love, it don’t live here
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| All the tears he holds inside
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| He gotta go away
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| Are the tears he must hide
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| Looking for, looking for love
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| All the love he fails to find
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| He gotta go away
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| Will his dreams run out of time?
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| Looking for, looking for love
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| Saint, Saint Divine how you wear the woman?
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| Saint, Saint Divine how you wear the woman?
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| What one calls a sinner another will a saint
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| Who is to say what is right from wrong?
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| It’s Friday night! |
| it’s time to party
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| The sacred cow can 'bang-a-gong'
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| Sing you sinners, dance you saints
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| Anyway your body 'n' souls inclined
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| Laugh you lovers at those who hate
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| In each an Adam and Eve entwined |