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Song: | These Exiled Years |
Album: | Swagger | Genres: | |
Year: | | Length: | 316 sec |
Lyricist: Flogging Molly
Lyrics:
It's four in the morning, battered and numb A loaded room, an empty gun I whistle a tune I heard years before The clock started ticking, where did the time go?
I danced to the morning, she called out my name The wind was a howling and down came the rain Her arms, they caressed me, sweet was her brow She opened my eyes to banish the doubt
Wash me down in all your joy But don't drag me through this again
I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's another day older in these exiled years
The dew on the ground blankets the face Cold was the night and gone her embrace For your land of the free now imprisons me To rot in this jail of lost liberty
Wash me down in all your joy Don't drag me through this again
I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's another day older in these exiled years
Walk away Watch me as I wave One foot here But sure the other's in the grave Walk away, walk away...
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