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Far Away Coast

Dropkick Murphys

Here in the trenches the fist of the beast
For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased
With a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death
It's american soil I hope for at best
But the duty I serve can't begin to compare
To my ancestors battles and wars throught the years
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I
Pray for my home but still sit here in hell

Sail away to a place that's unkown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred a place I call hell
I long for that corner I once knew so well

Go to the grind it's all that I have
Work on and on with nothing to show
But a graying face in this dying place
Thats a lock in my solitude
I think of a place on a faraway coast
Where friends are so dear and there's reason to toast
A cloudy image of a middle east land
Comes down and wrecks my hopeful thought

Sail away to a place that's unkown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred a place I call hell
I long for that corner I once knew so well

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Compuesta por: Ken Casey / Mike McColgan / Rick Barton. ¿Los datos están equivocados? Avísanos.


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