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Bold, Bouldering, Rolling on. Sing me a tune, My favorite song. Sing me my praises. Sing me my sins. Sin till the saints come marching in. Saintly, Sinners singing a song. Saintly Sinners Boldly Bouldering Rolling on. Starting fires wherever we roam We are nomadic No place we call home We are nomadic Wanderers Wondering free We are no man property. We seek adventure, We seek our souls. Spreading the word Our only goal. We are Saintly, Sinners, Bold, Bouldering, Rolling on. Sing me a tune, My favorite song. Made of stone. You're a Reckless Soul. Whose Beating Heart, Bleeds Down the Telephone. You Say "I'm never coming home" 'cause, You Got No Place To Go. "The whole worlds crazy" You'll Never Understand It. And you can't Fight it Alone. But, I'm with you Wherever you go. Maybe not always in Flesh and Bone. So, just Pick up the Telephone. We'll show them what we're made of... We are Made of Stone. Bold Bouldering Rolling on Sing me a tune! My favorite song! Sing me my praises. Sing me my sins. Sin till the saints come marching in. Saintly, Sinners singing a song. Saintly Sinners Boldly Bouldering Rolling on. Starting fires wherever we roam We are nomadic We are made of stone.
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Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
A friend afar/Made of stone
Bold, Bouldering, Rolling on. Sing me a tune, My favorite song. Sing me my praises. Sing me my sins. Sin till the saints come marching in. Saintly, Sinners singing a song. Saintly Sinners Boldly Bouldering Rolling on. Starting fires wherever we roam We are nomadic No place we call home We are nomadic Wanderers Wondering free We are no man property. We seek adventure, We seek our souls. Spreading the word Our only goal. We are Saintly, Sinners, Bold, Bouldering, Rolling on. Sing me a tune, My favorite song. Made of stone. You're a Reckless Soul. Whose Beating Heart, Bleeds Down the Telephone. You Say "I'm never coming home" 'cause, You Got No Place To Go. "The whole worlds crazy" You'll Never Understand It. And you can't Fight it Alone. But, I'm with you Wherever you go. Maybe not always in Flesh and Bone. So, just Pick up the Telephone. We'll show them what we're made of... We are Made of Stone. Bold Bouldering Rolling on Sing me a tune! My favorite song! Sing me my praises. Sing me my sins. Sin till the saints come marching in. Saintly, Sinners singing a song. Saintly Sinners Boldly Bouldering Rolling on. Starting fires wherever we roam We are nomadic We are made of stone.
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Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
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