Everything is rags
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And there's nobody to blame but me
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And it would be so easy
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If there was no one to hurt but me
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But now everything that I do
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Coming out of me will just tear through you
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In and out of you
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Up and down your life like a curse
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Cast by the only Son of Rags
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Who would wrap you up in all the finest tatters
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Though he wanted nothing more, my loved one
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Than to wrap you up in joy
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But it'd never be with me
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You and I are like two worlds
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Not meant to collide
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Death to each other
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In the unravelling of time
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So how do you..how do you...
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How do you...how do you like it?
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What kind of...what kind of...
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What kind of dream would you call it
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To have one foot in Eden
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One foot in Hell
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To be always numb
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Plagued by demons
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Summoned by angels
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At the same time endlessly?
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But I will
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Burn me
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Right out of this place
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I will lay you down to sleep
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So when you awake
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I'll be gone and
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You
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Will remember
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Nothing
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Rags
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| The Waterboys |
