Chords for Joseph Arthur - Saint Of Impossible Causes (Official) NEW SONG off Ballad Of Boogie Christ

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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ I need the saint [Em] of impossible [G] causes, the saint [E] of no return.
I need the saint of scented [G] candles that never [E] really burn.
I need the saint of [Em] laughter, [G] I need the saint of tears.
I need the saint [Em] detective who [G] can find my stolen _ years.
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ I need the saint [Em] of meeting, [G] I need the saint of [D] loss.
[A] The one who gave up wanting his heart to [D] trash to toss.
[A] I need the saint [Em] of longing, [G] I need the saint [E] of will.
I need the saint [Em] of killers [G] too afraid to _ kill.
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I need the saint of [D] music, need the saint of [Em] _
love.
Oh, _ _ _ [G] _
I need that it can save me reaching out to [Em] you.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] I need the saint of weapons [G] that never hurt [D] no one.
[Am] A struggle towards [Em] perfection [G] to obliterate [D] the sun.
[G] I need the saint of drinking wine and ice [D] cold beer.
[E] Is there any saint [Em] of thinking [G] beyond the reach [D] of fear?
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] The saint of all [Em] desire [G] is sitting here [D] with me.
[A] He says you ain't [Em] no Buddha, [G] there ain't no [D] mystic tree.
[A] You can sit [Em] forever [G] and never [D] understand [B] the mind of this [Em] creator.
[G] Moving mountains [D] in your _ [A] _
[Em] hand.
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I need the saint of [F#m] music, need the saint [Em] of love.
_ Oh, _ _ [G] _
I need that it [F#m] can save me reaching out to [Em] you.
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I need the saint [F#m] of music, need the saint [Em] of love.
_ Oh, _ _ _ [G] _
I need that it [F#m] can save me reaching out [Em] to you.
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I need the saint of healing, [G] I need the saint [D] of health.
[E] I shot the [Em] saint of money, [G] beat up the saint [Bm] of wealth.
[G] The saint of twisted memory, the saint that [D] sets us free.
[G] I saw them run together, they look like you and _ [A] _
[Em] me.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ [E] For the saint of [Em] falling skies [G] and the saint of heavy [D] rain.
[A] The saint of [Em] poor encounters [G] was making fun of [D] all my pain.
[A] You are a [Em] tiny man whose [G] separate language [D] is coming low.
[A] A hitcher [Em] in the whirlwind [G] just like the [D] saint of snow.
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I need the saint [D] of music, need the saint [Em] of love.
Oh, _ _ _ [G] _
I need that it [D] can save me reaching out [Em] to you.
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I need the saint [D] of music, need the saint [Em] of love.
_ Oh, _ I [G] _
need that it [F#m] can save me reaching out [Em] to you.
_ _ _ I _ [G] _
need that it [F#m] can save me reaching out [Em] to you.
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