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It's spelled the Irish way The old Gaelic notes that ring when you say it after a few beers Sluggishly lulling through the world while you find the rhythm of living vicariously You stated once so boldly I was the only reason you should save You called the way I live Brave Licking the copper clean as it whistles craving a soul Like I stand another goal But the sun slips in these autumn months Ive visted the same places Each kicked back bitter different from the latter you maniacally send me Chapter after chapter I wish I could just roll the windows down Run through each noun as it hits my ear Turn in the moments I lived in fear Cash them in for a year Like the way you effortlessly describe me Forgetting the constant flux of my Internal neuroses

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