The Patience Of A Saint - by GVG.Creations

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(Oh, ah)
(Oh, ah)
(Oh, ah)
(Oh, ah)
(Oh, ah)
(Oh, ah)

[Verse 1]
Everything she does is love,
It's the way I drown in her,
My hands in her hair,
the way I'm drawn to her.

[Verse 2]
Everything she does is love,
In the way she speaks to me,
Talks me through the walls I build,
Through all of my mess she sees.

[Pre-chorus]
All she is, 
all she ain't, 
with the patience of a saint.

[Chorus]
(... The patience of a saint, 
cover my scars with paint)
It's everything that makes it hurt,
that makes it a little harder,
To really love her.

(... The patience of a saint, 
cover my scars with paint)
It's all her light and my darkness,
My doubt, my pain, my sad eyes, 
which see blurry through my mess.

[Verse 3]
Everything she does is love,
Even when she says the words,
Pulls me through the shadows,
Takes it all away.

[Pre-chorus]
All she is, 
All she is, 
with the patience of a saint.

[Chorus]
(... The patience of a saint, 
cover my scars with paint)
It's everything that makes it hurt,
that makes it a little harder,
To really love her.

(... The patience of a saint, 
cover my scars with paint)
It's all her light and my darkness,
My doubt, my pain, my sad eyes, 
which see blurry through my mess.

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
Her love,
(that's what makes it),
amor,
(that's what makes it),
need more, 
(that's what makes it),
cleanse my core!
(that's what makes it)

[Chorus]
(... The patience of a saint, 
cover my scars with paint)
It's everything that makes it hurt,
that makes it a little harder,
To really love her. (haa!)

(... The patience of a saint, 
cover my scars with paint)
It's all her light and my darkness,
My doubt, my pain, my sad eyes, 
which see blurry through my mess.

[Chorus]
(... The patience of a saint, 
cover my-cover my scars with paint,
cover my scars with paint)
It's everything that makes it hurt,
that makes it a little harder,
To really love her.

(... The patience of a saint, 
cover my-cover my scars with paint,
cover my scars with paint)
It's all her light and my darkness,
My doubt, my pain, my sad eyes, 
which see blurry through my mess.

(... The patience of a saint)
Everything she does is love.

(... The patience of a saint)

(... The patience of a saint)
Everything she does is love.

[Outro]
Everything she does is love.

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(Oh, ah) (Oh, ah) (Oh, ah) (Oh, ah) (Oh, ah) (Oh, ah) [Verse 1] Everything she does is love, It's the way I drown in her, My hands in her hair, the way I'm drawn to her. [Verse 2] Everything she does is love, In the way she speaks to me, Talks me through the walls I build, Through all of my mess she sees. [Pre-chorus] All she is, all she ain't, with the patience of a saint. [Chorus] (... The patience of a saint, cover my scars with paint) It's everything that makes it hurt, that makes it a little harder, To really love her. (... The patience of a saint, cover my scars with paint) It's all her light and my darkness, My doubt, my pain, my sad eyes, which see blurry through my mess. [Verse 3] Everything she does is love, Even when she says the words, Pulls me through the shadows, Takes it all away. [Pre-chorus] All she is, All she is, with the patience of a saint. [Chorus] (... The patience of a saint, cover my scars with paint) It's everything that makes it hurt, that makes it a little harder, To really love her. (... The patience of a saint, cover my scars with paint) It's all her light and my darkness, My doubt, my pain, my sad eyes, which see blurry through my mess. [Instrumental] [Bridge] Her love, (that's what makes it), amor, (that's what makes it), need more, (that's what makes it), cleanse my core! (that's what makes it) [Chorus] (... The patience of a saint, cover my scars with paint) It's everything that makes it hurt, that makes it a little harder, To really love her. (haa!) (... The patience of a saint, cover my scars with paint) It's all her light and my darkness, My doubt, my pain, my sad eyes, which see blurry through my mess. [Chorus] (... The patience of a saint, cover my-cover my scars with paint, cover my scars with paint) It's everything that makes it hurt, that makes it a little harder, To really love her. (... The patience of a saint, cover my-cover my scars with paint, cover my scars with paint) It's all her light and my darkness, My doubt, my pain, my sad eyes, which see blurry through my mess. (... The patience of a saint) Everything she does is love. (... The patience of a saint) (... The patience of a saint) Everything she does is love. [Outro] Everything she does is love.

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