The Winter Passing - Crooks | Текст песни

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I made my way through town last night,
just to see if anything changed since I last walked these streets,
but everything is as grey as it's always been,
except a lick of paint on an old abandoned pub,
And I can’t help, complaining.
It's always raining, even in the summer time,
when all our hopes and dreams,
Were washed down the drain.
I'm standing here on Main Street still wondering why all the crooks stole all the pretty girls.
I'm just waiting for something to happen.
While the jukebox plays all its saddest songs,
I take a look around the room and then realise,
I've got nothing left in common with anyone except a Tipperary accent.
I still have your picture hanging in my room,
To remind myself of your bright blue eyes.
But some things come too late, and we've been through this before,
Just please don't tell me, I'm walking home alone.
I still remember my Father's words that night,
when he said ''Son, no matter where you go in life, this will always be your home''

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