Rufus Wainwright 2767q

    Rufus Wainwright

    Danny Boy 3x3h3p

    Rufus Wainwright 2767q

    Rufus Wainwright 2767q


    Your skin is cold, but
    the sun shines within your hold
    Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
    I feel old, sick and tired
    We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
    The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
    And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
    Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
    I'd be blind

    Chorus: You broke my heart Danny Boy
    Not your fault Danny Boy

    I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
    Had like poor Job in the bible by God
    Day comes I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
    I go down to your place
    We sit and chat, chat about New York
    and trips to the bayou
    My smile a trick, tricking me and trying not to scare you
    And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the ben
    Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
    I'd be blind

    Chorus

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