| Murphy, Murphy, darling dear
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| I long for you now night and day
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| Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy
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| I feel now I’ve lost you to health and good cheer
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| Darcy, when I met you I was five years too young
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| A boy beyond his age, or so I’d tell someone
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| Anyone who’d listen and a few who couldn’t care
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| Still I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share
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| Darcy, Darcy darling dear
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| You left me dying, crying there
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| In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
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| I fell for you my darling dear
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| You shut me off and you showed me the door
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| But you always came crawling back begging me for more
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| I showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab
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| Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass
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| (Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor)
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| You know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door
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| With my brother’s new non-duplicate registry ID
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| Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me
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| You weren’t the first to court me mister you won’t be the last
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| Oh, I’m sure I wasn’t honey, I know all about your past
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| Listen to the big shot with his pager on call
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| You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall
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| (Yeah, you got him high, but you left him low)
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| Mind your own business, boy, how was I to know
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| That he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat
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| Well it’s all in the past bitch cause now I’ve got it beat
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| My dear, my dear
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| Darcy, Darcy my darling dear |