St. Patrick's Day

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Sitting in the inn,

drinking pint of beer,

thinking of the sin –

- that's ‚cause you're not here.

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There's no space to sing,

move around or dance.

if you could only bring

happiness to my trance...

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Looking 'round like fool,

sipping ginger ales.

All guys here look cool.

Shame on them: they're males.

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Laughing like insane,

floating in the sea.

There's no one-player game.

Only you and me.

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See? You make me cold,

tough and boring, shy.

My heart is full of mould

made by you, and I.

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"Give me pint of beer!"

I shout, and then I cry.

And like on bemused deer

reflectors on me spy.

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My tears are full of dust,

my smile is poison sole.

Thinking of the past,

I fall in rabbit's hole.

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No wonders for Alice,

no tea or dinner time.

I sit here in malice,

and yours is world, and mine.

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Just give me one last kiss,

say farewell kindly though.

Life with you was a bliss,

and now it's time to plow.

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There is no fairy-tale,

good luck to the cursed.

It's time for me to wail,

it's time to turn to dust.

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