His eyes they closed
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and his last breath spoke
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he had seen all to be seen
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a life once full
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now an empty vase
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wilt the blossums
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on his early grave
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walk away me boys
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walk away me boys
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and by morning we'll be free
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wipe that golden tear
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from your mother dear
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and raise what's left
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of the flag for me
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then the rosary beads
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count them 1 2 3
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fell apart as they hit the floor
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in a garb of black
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we must pay respect
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to the color we were born to mourn
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walk away me boys
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walk away me boys
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and by morning we'll be free
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wipe that golden tear
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from your mother dear
|
and raise what's left
|
of the flag for me
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In its place grew
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an angry festered wound
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full of hatered and remourse
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where I pick and scratch
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till the blood it matched
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silent rage that now fills my lungs
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for there are many ways
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to kill a man they say
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with bayonet, axe or sword
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but son a bullet fired
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from a shapeless guise
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just put the shell of a Thompson gun
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walk away me boy
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walk away me boys
|
and by morning we'll be free
|
wipe that golden tear
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from your mother dear
|
and raise what's left
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of the flag for me
|
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from the east out to the western shore
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where many men and many more will fall
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but no angel flys with me tonight
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though freedom reigns on all
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and curse the name for which
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we slaved our days
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so every men chose Kingdom Come
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But sure as night turns day
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it's the passion play
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oh my god
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what have they done
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with madmen rage
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well the dogged craze
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but the dead rise again you fools
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walk away me boy
|
walk away me boys
|
and by morning we'll be free
|
wipe that golden tear
|
from your mother dear
|
and raise what's left
|
of the flag for me
|
|
walk away me boy
|
walk away me boys
|
and by morning we'll be free
|
wipe that golden tear
|
from your mother dear
|
and raise what's left
|
of the flag for me
|
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What's Left Of The Flag
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Flogging Molly |