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Down in the basement where I spend my timeCheating solitaire and stealing rhymesWhen I'm thinking that I'm all tapped outShe gives me something just to sing aboutCan't be more broken than I've already brokeCan't be more hopeless when I don't have hopeWhen she sees that I just don't careShe still finds me something when there's nothing thereSaints alive and saints be praisedAngels dwell among us still these daysFor the crooked smile on her faceFor the perfect fit of her embraceFor the wind moved by our parting waveThat stays behind my back and keeps me safeSaints alive and saints be praisedAngels dwell among us still these days From Letras Mania