I am here, on a Sunday morning The day that you said you were walkin' away Dyin' here, but I don't want to wake you As long as you're sleeping, you're
For all of our wars what have we won we drank up the world now that we're done where can we go what have we left a big empty shell in a big empty nest
Now Rosie, You're losin' the spot, love; The light used to shine in your eye. Now, tell me you haven't stopped dreamin' That you still reach out for the
Paint on your nail smells like kerosene Before these blisters we were squeaky clean We were Mr. and Mrs. Butter and Cream Sweet things turn sour honey
If they gave you the good life, Would you close your eyes? Would ya lock out the real world, No compromise? You sleep safe tonight. And you believe
So you take your first step today Next to know you'll be running away Since you came I've been upside down Now I know I never wanna come down Open up
Eyes of a child Simple and wild Where did you go? I see pictures of home Where I'm never alone And warmth surrounds me Keeps me whole I'd like to think
And she was my true love Sent like an angel from above And I believed our love was strong She said farewell, and I was wrong Now she broke my heart And
Paint on ytour nail smells like kerosene Before these blisters we were squeaky clean We were Mr. and Mrs. Butter and Cream Sweet things turn sour honey
Now Rosie, You're losin' the spot, love; The fire used to burn in your eye. Now, tell me you haven't stopped dreamin' That you still reach out for
You were not here when the lights came crashing down You showed no fear, you were nowhere to be found Now I'm hurting just like I did before Now I'm hurting
hum no battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swell rang out o'er the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin
I read in the paper that sooner or later the world?s gonna fall on its ass I?ve got some questions, I never get answers, Lately I?m too scared to ask
You learned to climb the mountain Before I learned to breathe. You emptied out the fountin, You can't control your greed. I gave you all my favors, These
Lift MacCahir Og your face You're brooding o'er you're old disgrace That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, He sent you to the Fern. Grey said victory
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