Текст песни Electronic - The Patience Of A Saint

Текст:

Talking of my attributes, the things I do so well As anyone who's in cahoots with me will readily tell I've lived up here, I've been down there, I've bought so I could sell And if I drove a faster car, I'd drive it bloody well How can I change? I live without restraint And I would try the patience of a saint Thinking of my attitudes, talking one on one I may disagree with you, but look where you've come from And all that you've got, I thought that I would faint But I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience of a saint I would try the patience of a saint I'm talking to myself (to myself) I'm talking to the one that I know best Bury me with gratitude, you can go to hell Why should I care? I'd rather watch drying paint But I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience of a saint I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience... ...of a saint

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