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Saints Preservus - Andrew Bird
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Saints Preservus Andrew Bird

Saints Preservus - Andrew Bird
[Verse 1]
I once was found
But now I'm lost
I could be anywhere
Where the strip malls are beige
And the asphalt is hot

Bring me your poor
And your trembling masses
Bring them here
To shelter in your soft-structured parking lot

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm a stranger
In a land that's anything but strange
Bury me standing
Bury me deep
Beneath the pylons

[Chorus]
I'm groping in the dark
My arms stretched out before me
Saints, preserve us
Beneath your cracks and fissures
Among the fossiled fishes
Our souls, our souls to keep
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