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I woke up dreaming in romance languages Tangled stories by ghost writers But more like screaming like my eyes in bandages All around me your flowers Oh, Saint Lucy I can't find the place where I need to be Oh, Saint Lucy Lend your eyes, to me I walk in to the hall, Ms Love's doing magic tricks I take a seat in the back by the door And the next thing I know I am right there in the front row Trying to crawl inside her smoke and mirrors Oh, Saint Lucy I can't find the place where I need to be Oh, Saint Lucy Lend your eyes, to me My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs And I can't help but wonder if this is all I am good for If it's all that I am if it's my only prayer then How far tell me, will faith get me When the well is almost dry Letras de cancionesHow far tell me, will faith get me When the well is, well well well Oh, Saint Lucy I can't find the place where I need to be Oh, Saint Lucy Lend your eyes, to me From Letras Mania