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Orwell Knows
I know that the architect in me Now grows the grim citadel I breathe Destroyed that raw catholic boy His faith has waned He bears a guilt that still remains
I know there's a poverty that breeds It grows and grows and grows with glee You see, I don't preach austerity There's a great ennui That stills the heart of our society
Orwell Knows that I'm so tired Down and out among these spires It gets so very hard at times A saint could cry Orwell Knows that I'm so tired Down and out among these spires It gets so very hard at times A saint could cry
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm so bored of the unknown I just want to be alone Take a little time to understand that Yeah, I'm alright, you know that i'm alright
A saint could cry, A saint could cry but I forgive you, I forgive you every time
A saint could cry
Orwell Knows that I'm so tired Down and out among these spires It gets so very hard at times A saint could cry Orwell Knows that I'm so tired Down and out among these spires It gets so very hard at times A saint could cry
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