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Danny Boy
Your skin is cold
But the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold
But you see through goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick, and tired
We walk the streets
Gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets
Pouring down on streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a heard of bulls charging stoplights red
I'd be blind
You broke my heart, Danny boy
Not your fault, Danny boy
I was had at the doorstep
Played, like a two to a four-set
Had, like poor Job in the bible by God
Day comes, I wake
I wake with a hard heartache
I go down to your place
We sit and chat
Chat about New York and trips through the bayou
My smile, a trick
Tricking me and trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a heard of bulls charging stoplights red
I'd be blind
You broke my heart, Danny boy
Not your fault, Danny boy
I was had at the doorstep
Played, like a two to a four-set
Had, like poor Job in the bible by God
For
I was had at the doorstep
Hanged, like a two to a four-set
Played, like poor Job in the bible by God
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Played, like poor Job in the bible by God
Hanged, like a two to a four-set
I was had at the doorstep
For
Had, like poor Job in the bible by God
Played, like a two to a four-set
I was had at the doorstep
Not your fault, Danny boy
You broke my heart, Danny boy
I'd be blind
Or a heard of bulls charging stoplights red
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Tricking me and trying not to scare you
My smile, a trick
Chat about New York and trips through the bayou
We sit and chat
I go down to your place
I wake with a hard heartache
Day comes, I wake
Had, like poor Job in the bible by God
Played, like a two to a four-set
I was had at the doorstep
Not your fault, Danny boy
You broke my heart, Danny boy
I'd be blind
Or a heard of bulls charging stoplights red
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Pouring down on streets to eyes green and blue
The sun in sheets
Gently staring, wondering what to do
We walk the streets
I feel old, sick, and tired
But you see through goldfish bowl
Your hair is gold
But the sun shines within your hold
Your skin is cold
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