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The saints are burying an innocent girl
I read her diary, it all checked out
She tried to whisper but could only shout
The saints are burying an innocent girl
The town gathered as it always does
Pointing and spitting from towers above
Choosing an outsider to avoid their own
Their shovels shining in the sin of the sun
She was quiet and pretty
She knew no fault
Her only mistake
Was where she was from
The saints they buried an innocent girl
I read her diary and it all checked out
She tried to whisper but could only shout
And raising her voice just confirmed all their doubts