I walk these streets where my soulless feet
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Haunt the ground where it was I once tread
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On Grafton's Arcade pours the rich commerce rain
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Though the voices I no longer hear speak
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Heaven's to blame so on that I'll abstain
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Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail
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But don't let me die still wondering
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What it was I left behind
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From God's golden plate begrudgers they eat
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'Till their bellies burst ignorance bliss
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Never they roam; a wanderless home
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Is as far as their sorry eyes see
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Give me a rusty ol' coat well trampled and soaked
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Until these ashes and blood mingle deep
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But don't let me die still wondering
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What it was I left behind
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Though I've been that face before
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Slammed every open door
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Squandered once scattered beliefs
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So when the waves come crashin' in
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I'll swim as the ocean swims
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Out with the morning tide
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Then back for my tea
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So I'll do as I please like the well-tempered breeze
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Blowin' which way I see fit
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I'll grey with the clay seven days till the day
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When they throw me on the potter's scrap heap
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But take my advice; you'll have to bury me twice
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Cause the first time I won't rest easily
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But don't let me die still wondering
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What it was I left behind
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So don't let me die still wondering
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What it was I left behind
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I want a race well run ahead of the gun
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With a dance before the far finish line
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So no life long regrets, only well feathered steps
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Until these shoes I can no longer shine
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But don't let me die still wonderin'
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For the love I left behind
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Dont Let me Die Still Wonderin'
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| Flogging Molly |
