It's four in the mornin'
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Battered and numb
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A loaded room, an empty gun
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I whistle a tune, I heard years before
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The clock started tickin'
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Where did the time go
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I danced to the mornin'
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She called out my name
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The wind was a howlin'
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And down came the rain
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Her arms they caressed me
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Sweet was her brow
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She opened my eyes
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To banish the doubt
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Wash me down in all of your joy
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But don't drag me through this again
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I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
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It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin
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I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
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It's another day older
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In These Exiled Years
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The dew on the ground
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Blankets the face
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Cold was the night
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Gone her embrace
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For your land of the free
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Now prisons me
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To rot in this jail
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Of lost liberty
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Wash me down in all of your joy
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But don't drag me through this again
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I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
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It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin
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I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
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It's another day older
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In These Exiled Years
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Walk away, watch me as I wave
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One foot here, but sure the other's in the grave
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Walk away, walk away
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I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
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It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin
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I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
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It's another day older
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In These Exiled Years
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These Exiled Years
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Flogging Molly |