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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