| Dance with me, my darling
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| For the summer clock does grind
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| And its hands are getting stronger
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| Squeezing harder every time
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| We can get so close, we feel the flames
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| But we can’t quite see the fire
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| Setting blaze to the pyre
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| And now there’s blood on my kerchief
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| Well I think my moment’s come
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| Cuz the past and the future
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| Are both blurring into one
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| There’s a girl’s voice on the telephone
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| Telling me that everything will be fine
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| But all I’m picking up
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| Is static on the line
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| Soak the heart in brine
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| Shoot it with salt and lime
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| Cuz until the next time
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| I’ll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine
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| Fighting all the waves until I wash ashore again
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| Underneath all of the pines
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| Where we watched our garden grow
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| Dreams so big only thoughts could go
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| Coins so small they were never thrown to the sea
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| Like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me
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| And I pay taxes on distance
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| And there’s a fee for helplessness
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| Retribution for nights spent
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| On the drunk side of the fence
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| I’ll gather what’s left and split it in two
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| And place wagers with each of my pence
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| One coin on guilty
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| The other on innocence
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| Soak the heart in brine
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| Shoot it with salt and lime
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| Cuz until the next time
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| I’ll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine
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| Fighting all the waves until I wash ashore again
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| Underneath all of the pines
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| Where we watched our garden grow
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| Dreams so big only thoughts could go
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| Coins so small they were never thrown to the sea
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| Like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me
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| [ (Changes depending on the version:)
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| Oh the only words left to say
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| At the end of a motherfucking day
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| It feels so good to be alive, oh yeah!
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| Oh but my heart it still bleeds
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| And my blood is gonna freeze
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| So come on with me now
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| Come on with me now! |
| ]
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| So jump in the barley wine
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| Dive to the bottom and close your eyes
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| We’ll flow forever like dreams that were cast to the sea
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| All at the cost of a dime
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| And impossible
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| Is nothing when you have a dream to hold
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| We find our dreams in the glorious ever-loving
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| Bottomless pot of gold
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| Nothing at all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Barleywine Bump , by - Larry and His Flask. Song from the album By the Lamplight, in the genre Альтернатива