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Indigo Girls Nomads Indians Saints

From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the

Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They

things didn't keep getting harder She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr The girl with the weight of the world in her hands I wonder which saint

become the beggar now, you've become the saint somehow I've become the beggar now, you've become the saint somehow I've become the beggar now, you've become the saint

know what's wrong It's the queen who closed the door the family that lies The people who turn the cat that has died The boy that ods the girl with a

things didn't keep getting harder She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr The girl with the weight of the world in her hands I wonder which saint

wish I was a nomad, an indian, or a saint The edge of death would disappear leave me nothing left to taint I wish I was a nomad, an indian, or a saint

Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand The gold and the rainbow and nothing panned out as I planned They say only milk and honey's gonna make