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Watching the clock over Jackson Square I could feel my life drifting away Loosing my hold like the muddy banks In eleven straight days of rain I better call on that St. Expedite Hung on the carousel Took me awhile To see that it just goes around I kept a' thinking you're name rings a bell You resemble someone when you smile I wanna say it's that St. Expedite Honey you got a face Like St. Expedite My spirit grows heavy And I wonder some times What keeps it from floating up higher The hatred of people that I might have crossed Or the gravity of our desire It's hell either way Callin' St. Expedite Hell either way Callin' St. Expedite Hell either way Callin' St. Expedite |