U2 - The Saints Are Coming Lyrics
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The Saints Are Coming
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What Are The Lyrics For The Saints Are Coming By U2?
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the risin' sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And, God, I know I'm one I cried to my daddy on the telephone How long now? Until the clouds unroll and you come down The line went But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent I cried to my daddy on the telephone How long now? Until the clouds unroll and you come home The line went But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent Lo-cha-hey! The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief How long now? Until the weather change condemns belief How long now? When the night watchman lets in the thief What's wrong now? Boom! Cha! Hey! The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply The saints are coming The saints are coming I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply I say no matter how I try I realize there's no reply |
Who Wrote The Saints Are Coming By U2?
Richard Jobson, Stuart Adamson
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What's The Duration Of The The Saints Are Coming By U2?The duration of The Saints Are Coming is 3:22 minutes and seconds. |
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