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Savage Saint - Emma Ruth Rundle
For every son that was not met
And cry for every one upset
Bury in shade that we'll never notice
Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders
Don't be ever forgotten savage saint
Quiet never come talking faint
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Oh and how we begged for you
For all those things you can't undo
Quiet the blade that moves through daughters
Heavy the braid that breaks on your shoulders
Don't be ever forgotten savage saint
Never draw blood in the garden faint
Don't be don't be the name
That's drawing shame
And never let your heart harden little flame
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I held him his short life
In my hands in my heart
I held him his whole life
In my hands in my heart
Don't be ever forgotten savage saint
Never draw blood in the garden faint
Don't be don't be the name
That's drawing shame
And never let your heart harden little fame
