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The Lightning Storm - Flogging Molly


This lonely existence paves the way, for the heart of hearts must beat me brave.
While this quiet lightning storm. Wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow.

And so it begins
The way blood still dances
Beneath the skin
As the messenger from hell says
“We’re bound to win”

As the days they come, but the years they go
So take care of your freedom
They’ll never know

I sit on the wing for a blackbird’s song
To tell the me where and when this all went wrong.
There’s no resolution without remorse.
With ignorance bliss defend “lets stay the course”


Puncture the skin
And see it’s blood run cold on desert sand.
Come hear the men from mothers
With childless hands.
As the days they come, but the years they go.
So take care of your freedom
They’ll never know

Take what you give
Until there’s nothing left
But forever live
And night descends on shadows without their kill.
As the days they come, but the years they go
So take care of your freedom
They’ll never know
Yeah, take good care of your freedom they’ll never know

But the days they come, but the years they go.
So take care of your freedom
They’ll never know.
Mello Mello 26-30, F 1 Response Apr 11, 2008

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That is beautiful !