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The Show Lyrics - Artist : Ciaran Lavery
I want to know you like I know myself
From the morning to the evening bell I burned my fingers on the stove I have problems letting go Winter creeps in and settles on the bones Just summer passes on tip-toes I made a fire, cast a spell, crossed my heart and wish you well Brothers told me that she's been asking of my whereabouts and when I go She is wild as the garden thorn bush So I do not touch her until I know how she grows I lost the race, I'm waiting on the show Punched the wind out from my sails long ago Every action has a motive and a goal I make a fist of auburn leaves and rub my hand upon my knee So I ask myself now, alone Should I follow you or be gone |
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