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Flogging Molly Float

Picture an ending before it's begun The arts of forgiveness is not what we're taught Reek of the havoc already made The cradle was damaged, dug by the

You always had what you wanted So leave it behind And if the glass isn't broken Then the future's not blind All that you know Means nothing to you But

Wipe the blood from your lip With the flesh of your hand There's no thorn in the side left to grow So let's cherish the names that were lost for an age

As your soul drifts on the plate To the floor where she is standing Rising by the fire From the torch you were burning Many years but many tears And

There's a government whip cracked across your back Where the order of the day is don't listen, attack See the blood run down in your bushwhack town Revolution

Drank away the rest of the day Wonder what my liver'd say Drink, it's all you can Blackened days with their bigger gales Blow in your parlor to discuss

Drank away the rest of the day Wonder what my liver'd say Drink, it's all you can Blackened days with their bigger gales Blow in your parlor to discuss

: Drank away the rest of the day Wonder what my liver'd say Drink, it's all you can Blackened days with their bigger gales Blow in your parlor to discuss

: Wipe the blood from your lip With the flesh of your hand Theres no thorn in the side left to grow So lets cherrish the names that we lost for an age