Your passin' broke the silence
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On that dark October day
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The sun was headin' for the west
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As it did I heard you say
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I set my sail for a gentle breeze
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Now I leave this world as it was meant to be
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And you, did you listen to anything I said?
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Did you ever listen to me?
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Though now it seems you'll never know
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But every lad to a man must grow
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Till winter comes to celebrate
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Then proudly chills the bone
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When at last they bury me
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Into this ground you'll someday see
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And you, did you listen to anything I said?
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Did you ever listen to me?
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Though the face we wear
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Sometimes seldom speaks
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From the babe that cries
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To this grown man's feet
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May the hand still write
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And its' heart shape keep
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Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree
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The Spoken Wheel
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| Flogging Molly |
