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A song that makes me cry (or nearly)


The song that always brings a tear to my eye is Paddy Casey's saints and sinners.
I know it quite an unusual choice of song.
But it does make me teary.
The song reminds me of the time my sister died.
Music was a huge factor of my life at that time.
This song, I felt represented my story.
Here are the lyrics with my explanation in brackets:


Anyone can loose it all (My family was shattered after she died)
Anyone can loose it all
If you don't heed your warnings call
Anyone can loose it all

Anyone can make a mess (My brother's situation)
Anyone can make a mess
Just take so much and make it less
Anyone can make a mess

When you got time and streets making saints & sinners
Ink on sheets makin' losers and winners
Well it's not what your dreams should be

Anyone can be a saint (My sister)
Well anyone can be a saint
Well you just forget that you ain't
Well we can go and be a saint

Anyone can be a star (Me - People kept telling me I was "a star")
Well anyone can be a star
We'll just get in your car
And we can go and be a star

When you got time and streets making saints & sinners
Ink on sheets makin' losers and winners
Well it's not what your dreams should be

You know I wish we had more time (This bit is obvious!)
You know I wish we had more time
You know I think it was a crime
The things we waste trying to not waste our time

When you got time and streets making ends for beginners
Shuffling feets on these losers and winners
Well it's not what your dreams should be





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