Dropkick Murphys The Meanest Of Times Vices And Virtues any hope He was shocked and institutionalized Found hanging from a rope And another son was shot again But this time over drugs There'll
It’s raining in Champaign. It washed all the snow away and I’ve got my eyes on the exit signs just in case. For every minute spent and breath I wasted, I was close to tasting just one more hit
I can only hope its true enough That every little thing I do for love Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy of the worst things that i've done It saves me from myself in times of envy when I'm mis
He was the congregation's vagrant With an unrequited love. When your passion's exultation Then finding refuge is not enough. She was the youngest of the family And the last to be let go. They decided
If I retreat Words, wars, and symphonies Make room we're taking over here You're the galantine Cold and alone, it suits you well You won't find me perching here again May your feet serve you well And
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