Stuck on limbo bridge
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Where below me ol' Nick grins
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Then laughs through the chaos of it all
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Gets up off his chair
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Spins a jig to my despair
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He can't wait to count the times where I went wrong
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Underneath the bush, lay a beggar out of luck
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On his lips, was a taste he forgets
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His hopes were filled with sand
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That he watched fall through his hand
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Every grain, was a lifetime of regret
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So go and bow your head and weep
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For your world won't change while you sleep
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Yeah, go and bow your head and weep
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For the summer that was lost, now is gone
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Fertile Mrs. Moore had thirteen kids
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But still looked good
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Till her ol' man jumped leave on a ship
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She never read a book
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But by Christ she understood
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That the meanin' of life
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Starts in bed
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So go and bow your head and weep
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For your world won't change while you sleep
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Yeah, go and bow your head and weep
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For the summer that was lost, now is gone
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Killer Kilbain kicked me senseless everyday
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I hope that bastard is beneath a head of stone
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Where I'd dance upon his grave
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For all the madness I now crave
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While the scars that remain are still a curse
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So I'm stuck on a limbo bridge
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Where below me ol' Nick grins
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Then laughs through the chaos of it all
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Gets up off his chair
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Spins a jig to my despair
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He can't wait to count the times where I went wrong
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Yeah, he can't wait to count the times where I went wrong
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The Ol' Beggars Bush
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Flogging Molly |