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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Saints
The Saints
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Kuepper
Ed Kuepper
Composer

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[Verse 1]
Thirteen hot nights in a row
The cops drive past, but they move slow
A million people stayin' low
With mangoes ripe, who needs to grow?
[Verse 2]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
[Verse 3]
Lots of junk on the radio
Just take a look, then you will know
I start to feel I'm being used
In a scheme that's been hidden from the public view
[Verse 4]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
[Verse 5]
It's almost guarded by the sea
Our prison island is not free
Our hope goes, but it's still there
It doesn't alter if you stare
[Verse 6]
Living room isolation
Extraordinary situation
I see police, but where's the crime?
We're just like convicts doing time
[Verse 7]
Thirteen hot nights in a row
The cops drive past, and they move slow
I start to feel I'm being used
In some scheme that's been hidden from the public view
[Verse 8]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
Written by: Ed Kuepper
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