Murphy, Murphy, darling dear
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I long for you now night and day
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Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy
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I feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer
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Darcy, when I met you I was five years too young
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A boy beyond his age, or so I'd tell someone
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Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care
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Still I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share
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[Chorus]
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Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
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You left me dying, crying there
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In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
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I fell for you my darling dear
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You shut me off and you showed me the door
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But you always came crawling back begging me for more
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I showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab
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Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass
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(Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor)
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You know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door
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With my brother's new non-duplicate registry ID
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Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me.
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[Chorus]
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You weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last
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Oh, I'm sure I wasn't honey, I know all about your past
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Listen to the big shot with his pager on call
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You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall
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(Yeah, you got him high, but you left him low)
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Mind your own business, boy, how was I to know
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That he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat
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Well it's all in the past bitch 'cause now I've got it beat.
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[Chorus x4]
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My dear, my dear
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Darcy, Darcy my darling dear.
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The Dirty Glass
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Dropkick Murphys |