Wild Irish Rose

(início)

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THEY SENT HIM TO ABA  TO FIGHT IN A WAR
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HE CAME BACK HOME CRAZY AND THEY ASKED HIM WHAT FOR
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THEY HAD HIM COME TTED OH MEDALS AND ALL
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TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL WITH RUBBER WALLS
VERSE 2:
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 THEY CUT OFF THE FUNDING OH THEY CUT OF THE LIGHTS
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HE HIT THE STDE T RUNNING THAT COLD WINTER NIGHT
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 NOW THE STDE TS AD  THE ONLY PACE  HE CAN CALL HOME
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HE SEEMS OH SO LONELY BUT HE'S NEVER ALONE
CHORUS:
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HE LIES THED  HOLDING HIS WILD IRISH ROSE
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THIS CRAZY OLD FOOL IN THE SMELLY OLD CLOTHES
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HE COULD HAVE HAD SOMETHING MUCH BETTER,  GOD KNOWS
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THAN A HALF EMPTY BOTTLE OF WILD IRISH ROSE
VERSE 3:
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A BABY NAMED SCARLET WITH A UGHING BLUE EYES
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HAS BEEN IN HIS WALLET OH WAY BACK B NCE '65
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SO MUCH WAS FORGOTTEN OH SO F R BACK IN TIME
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WAY C WN IN THE BOTTOM OF A RIVER OF WINE
SPOKEN:
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YOU KNOW THEY FOUND HIM ON PARK STDE T, WEST 25TH
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THEY CANT EVEN FIND A HEART BEAT LORD HIS FINGERS AD  STIFF
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JUST LIKE THEIR ALL FROZEN HE'S HOLDING HER TIGHT
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BUT THE HABIT OH ITS BROKEN THIS IS ROSES A ST NIGHT
CHORUS 2
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HE LIES THED  HOLDING HIS WILD IRISH ROSE
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BUT HIS SOUL'S IN A PACE  WHED  A DA L HERO GOES
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NOW HES GOT SOMETHING BETTER, MUCH BETTER, GOD KNOWS
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THAN A HALF EMPTY BOTTLE OF WILD IRISH ROSE