Morrissey - Saint In A Stained Glass Window Text

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I turn to your mercy for you are a Saint in a stained glass window.
I turn for your mercy for you have a soul that can not be bought by money.

I've had such a hard? time, I've been waiting my turn since the wretched day I was born.
I've had such a marred? time, I should not exist.
You'll never find my trace on lover's lips.

I turn for your mercy, for you are a Saint in a stained glass window.

You weren't corrupted.
You tell the truth and you face being butchered?
I've had such a hard time, I should not exist.
I'll burn 'till the day I burn.

So, don't pick on me, I know nothing comes next.
I don't have any strength to protest.

So, Jesus let me die - don't torture me more.
I've pitched my sights no higher than this hardwood floor.

Oh, Jesus let me die - I can't do this anymore.
Give me rest - I'm too tired to protest.
Oh, give me rest,
Give me rest...
Give me rest...

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