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Tokyo Rose New American Saint

are on you Show them you deserve it Because now that they all love yo And now that they all know your name You're a new kind of American saint But all

Lonely days and sleepless nights make this letter hard to write to you My words reach you way too late Good things come to those who wait Close your

Let it roll of your back And let it slip off your tongue Before you lose your nerve And end up right back where you started from. Are you just waiting

on I can still see the colours that you give this place So soft and warm But I can't take it in all at once So I close my eyes Maybe behind this new facade

It's getting pretty dark here in my tower It's reaching dusk and approaching the cover of night I undergo my transformation in the shadows At quarter

Thought I should let you know that we're all worried About the way you choose to live your life You always seem to be in such a big hurry All work, no

i slowly started chipping away at this block of stone in an attempt to fashion a way to regain your attention. why won't you hear me out? i started out