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Indigo Girls/Strange Fire/Nomads Indians Saints (Indigo Girls) · Passing Open Windows: A Symphonic Tribute to Queen (Royal Philharmonic Orchestra) · The Ever Passing Moment (MxPx) · The Ever Passing Moment (MxPx) · As the Years Go Passing By: Live in Germany (Jeff Healey) · Passing Stranger (Bobo in White Wooden Houses) · As the Years Go Passing by: Live in Germany [Deluxe] (Jeff Healey) · Winter Passing (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Passing of Time (Sergey Silvertone) · Passing It Around (Frank Hailey) – and 90 other albums »


sensation
Well take it from me
My baby's a saint
My baby's a saint

I believe you were a new arrival
On the fast train passing through
And you traded
People passing by, all through the night
They use my senses in strange ways
She knows just what you are, like a fading star
And she uses my senses in
passing by!

That look on your face,
I'm reading the isolation,
You feel displaced,
I see the defrustration

I feel the same, 
I feel the same sensation,
of their children run from your arms
Sons of your sands or sons passing by

Children we lost in a lullaby
Sons of true love and sons of regret
All
down 

Take me home 
Where saints and children laughing 
Tell the Dutchman ships are passing 
Feeling safe to reach the harbor sound 

 Feeling
the cost
The parade isn't passing me by
No no no no no, darling

So if the picture I paint
Makes me a sinner or makes me a saint
I won't try, no, not I
Beneath a darkened sky 
Or am I standing still 
With the scenery flying by 
Or am I standing still 
Out of the corner of my eye 
Was that you passing
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you passing me by

Mothers on the stoop
Boys
the darkened sky
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you
Passing my by
walk through the streets of the city people passing by think it's so strange
I'm talking but there's no one beside me I thought I heard you calling my
the cost
The parade isn't passing me by
No no no no no, darling

So if the picture I paint
Makes me a sinner or makes me a saint
I won't try, no, not I
passing by
Children we lost in lullabies

So long ago: long, long, ago

But, sons of the thief, sons of the saint
Who is the child with no complaint
Sons
Beneath a darkened sky 
Or am I standing still 
With the scenery flying by 
Or am I standing still 
Out of the corner of my eye 
Was that you passing
the darkened sky?
Or am I standing still, with the scenery flying by?
Or am I standing still, out of the corner of my eye?
Was that you passing me by
Beneath a darkened sky 
Or am I standing still 
With the scenery flying by 
Or am I standing still 
Out of the corner of my eye 
Was that you passing
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads

Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
We seem like passing strangers now
How can you hurry by
There were never two who loved
Half as much as you and I

We seem like passing strangers
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads

Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
We seem like passing strangers now
How can you hurry by
There were never two who loved
Half as much as you and I

We seem like passing strangers
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
Iâ??m the type
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type