Blues are falling like showers of rain
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But I don't feel like crying
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Death is abroad this day
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But I don't feel like dying
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I learned how to sustain myself
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How to sustain myself in storms
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Her tongue was like a scythe
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And all her bones were haunted
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A scapegoat for her life
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Was all she ever wanted
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I learned how to sustain myself in storms
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Sir Bedivere slept in the field
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His armour strewn around him
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Curled foetus-like beneath his shield,
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Still weeping when we found him
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I teetered on the edge of doom
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Degenerate and broken
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She sucked the poison out of my wounds
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And spoke the great unspoken
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I learned how to sustain myself in storms
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His monstrous ego, whipped and driven
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Raged beneath his clothing
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The compliment he paid was given
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Not with grace but loathing
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Deliverance is at the gate
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With arms and gold in store
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She apologises for being late
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But I don't need her anymore
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I learned how to sustain myself
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How to sustain myself in storms
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Scoured and stripped of all pretence
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Shorn of all illusion
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I offer nothing in my defence
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- you may draw your own conclusions
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I learned how to sustain myself in storms
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Sustain
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| The Waterboys |
