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old man, i heard some things about the boy you used to be.<br />no father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey.<br />too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave,<br />too young to be a bird who forgot to sing,<br />and a ground that never knew the knees<br />of a boy and his own tale of two cities.<br /><br />"sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend<br />when his youth is a wound time won't mend.<br />(never the best of times)<br />sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend<br />at the thought of peace as something only lent.<br />(only the worst of mine)<br />sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend<br />when his son is another one who won't understand":<br /><br />the irish temper, it's history's chains,<br />and the bottle's stain that just won't wash away.<br />but a seed was planted in the sod of nothingness from which you came,<br />and flowers grew and roses bloomed<br />to form this garden of a life you've made.<br /><br />And in this city you once knew as hell<br />is a garden where i enjoy myself.<br />And in this father I hardly know<br />was a son who took back what the bottle stole<br /><br />so i could be the boy you couldn't be<br />have the father you didn't get to see<br />have the youth you did not get to live<br />or feel the love this world forgot to give.<br /><br />And for this gift i don't deserve to get<br />i'll make damn sure i earn this.<br /><br />"o' your friends say boston's beautiful,<br />but they didn't live here, they didn't die here<br />in the Hyde Park years.<br />o' your friends say boston's beautiful,<br />but they didn't live hard, they didn't die hard<br />when sons dragged out their fathers from bars.<br />o' your friends say boston's beautiful,<br />but they didn't dream here, they didn't scream here<br />when no one hears.<br />o' your friends say boston's beautiful,<br />but they didn't hide here, they didn't cry here<br />when little boys weren't allowed to shed their tears."<br /><br />there just aren't enough men like you.
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old man, i heard some things about the boy you used to be.<br />no father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey.<br />too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave,<br />too young to be a bird who forgot to sing,<br />and a ground that never knew the knees<br />of a boy and his own tale of two cities.<br /><br />"sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend<br />when his youth is a wound time won't mend.<br />(never the best of times)<br />sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend<br />at the thought of peace as something only lent.<br />(only the worst of mine)<br />sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend<br />when his son is another one who won't understand":<br /><br />the irish temper, it's history's chains,<br />and the bottle's stain that just won't wash away.<br />but a seed was planted in the sod of nothingness from which you came,<br />and flowers grew and roses bloomed<br />to form this garden of a life you've made.<br /><br />And in this city you once knew as hell<br />is a garden where i enjoy myself.<br />And in this father I hardly know<br />was a son who took back what the bottle stole<br /><br />so i could be the boy you couldn't be<br />have the father you didn't get to see<br />have the youth you did not get to live<br />or feel the love this world forgot to give.<br /><br />And for this gift i don't deserve to get<br />i'll make damn sure i earn this.<br /><br />"o' your friends say boston's beautiful,<br />but they didn't live here, they didn't die here<br />in the Hyde Park years.<br />o' your friends say boston's beautiful,<br />but they didn't live hard, they didn't die hard<br />when sons dragged out their fathers from bars.<br />o' your friends say boston's beautiful,<br />but they didn't dream here, they didn't scream here<br />when no one hears.<br />o' your friends say boston's beautiful,<br />but they didn't hide here, they didn't cry here<br />when little boys weren't allowed to shed their tears."<br /><br />there just aren't enough men like you.
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