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Today I'm listening to Flogging Molly for the first time since my dad died.
It's actually okay. Even the songs I thought wouldn't be. They are.
And the rosary beads count them one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor
In the garb of black we must pay respect
To the colour we're born to mourn
This is for you, dad.
It's actually okay. Even the songs I thought wouldn't be. They are.
And the rosary beads count them one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor
In the garb of black we must pay respect
To the colour we're born to mourn
This is for you, dad.