This song! Just leaves me with tears in my eyes. All these new songs are so strong, patient, his voice is better than ever. I just can‘t wait to hold the Vinyl in my hands!📢
You were made to be prayed to. For you are a saint in a stained glass window. You weren't corrupted. You tell the truth and you face being butchered? - I've had such a hard time, I've been waiting my turn since the wretched day I was born.I've had such a hard time, I should not exist.You'll never find my trace on lover's lips. - You were made to be prayed to. For you are a saint in a stained glass window.I call on your mercy, for you have a soul that can not be bought with money. I've had such a hard time, I've been waiting my turn. I'll be nobody 'till the day I burn. So, don't pick on me, I know nothing comes next. And now I'm too drained to protest. - Oh, Jesus let me die. Don't torture me more. I set my sights no higher than this hardwood floor. - Oh, Jesus let me die. I can't do this anymore. Give me rest. I'm too drained to protest. Oh, give me rest... Give me rest...Give me rest...Give me rest...Give me rest...
This song! Just leaves me with tears in my eyes. All these new songs are so strong, patient, his voice is better than ever. I just can‘t wait to hold the Vinyl in my hands!📢
Amen
Stunning 💚
I love this song so much 😭❤️
This is such a beautiful song!!!!! Ugh 😢 I love you Morrissey
OMG! Moz is King
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You were made to be prayed to.
For you are a saint in a stained glass window.
You weren't corrupted.
You tell the truth and you face being butchered?
-
I've had such a hard time, I've been waiting my turn since the wretched day I was born.I've had such a hard time, I should not exist.You'll never find my trace on lover's lips.
-
You were made to be prayed to.
For you are a saint in a stained glass window.I call on your mercy, for you have a soul that can not be bought with money.
I've had such a hard time, I've been waiting my turn.
I'll be nobody 'till the day I burn.
So, don't pick on me, I know nothing comes next.
And now I'm too drained to protest.
-
Oh, Jesus let me die.
Don't torture me more.
I set my sights no higher than this hardwood floor.
-
Oh, Jesus let me die.
I can't do this anymore.
Give me rest.
I'm too drained to protest.
Oh, give me rest... Give me rest...Give me rest...Give me rest...Give me rest...