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Seeing as this week is St. Paddy's, here's an Irish waltz!
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A lover, a fighter, a washed up old man
Who was always one minute too late
He's been practicing dying for so many years
He spent every night in his grave
He said "no one, not no one in this whole Goddamn bar
Can wash me clean of my sins"
When at last he did pass, to the Lord he confessed
But he didn't know where to begin
He said "innocence is pretty, but it's not where we've come from, we've spent the most of years with the whiskey and beers and we're not ashamed of what we've become"
A poseur who knows her said she never did cry
Though her eyes were glazed with the tears
And with needle in arm she never meant any harm
Just trying to get rid of her fears
And her voice it had wings, to fly is to sing
With every note she left us behind
In the sky ever high, she was waving goodbye
Her song is meant to remind
That innocence is pretty, but it's not where we've come From, we've spent the most of years with the whiskey And beers and we're not ashamed of what we've Become
I don't remember much of those days except your face
together with mine as the day breaks
Lady luck was our mistress and a whore
Took of all her clothes as she told us
That innocence is pretty, but it's not where we've come From, we've spent the most of years with the whiskey And beers and we're not ashamed of what we've Become
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released March 14, 2011
Judd Stachoski
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