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Flogging Molly--Float |
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Drank away the rest of the day, |
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Wonder what my liver'd say, |
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Drink, that's all you can. |
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Blackened days with their bigger gales, |
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Blow in your parlor to discuss the day, |
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Listen, that's all you can. |
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Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat, |
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That you need, you built to keep afloat, |
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Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, |
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That you built... |
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Sick and tired of what you say |
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no one listens anyway |
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sing... that's all you can. |
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Rambling years of lousy luck, |
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ya miss the smell of burning turf, |
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Dream, that's all you can. |
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Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat, |
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That you Built, you built to keep afloat, |
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Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, |
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That you built... that you built to keep afloat. |
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Singled out for who you are, |
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Takes all types to judge a man, |
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Feel, that's all you can. |
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Fill your suits with biggot ears, |
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Hide behind their their own worst fears, |
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Live, that's all you can. |
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It's all you can |
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It's all you can... do. |
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No matter where I put my head, |
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I wake up feeling sound again, |
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Breathe, that's all you can. |
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Tomorrow smells of a lester cade, |
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Reach the bowls but glooming frame, |
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Be thankful, that's all we can. |
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Ah but don't, don't sink the boat, |
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That you built, you built to keep afloat, |
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Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, |
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That you built... you built to keep afloat. |
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Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, |
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That you built, you built to keep afloat, |
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A ripe old age, |
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A ripe old age, |
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I'm a ripe old age, |
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That's what I am. |
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I'm a ripe old age, |
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A ripe old age, |
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A ripe old age, |
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Just doing the best I can |
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A ripe old age, |
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A ripe old age, |
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A ripe old age, |
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Thats what I am. |
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A ripe old age, |
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A ripe old age, |
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A ripe old age, |
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Just doing the best I can |
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Hey |
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The best I can |
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share with you~~ |