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Ben Howard

The Burren

 

The Burren


Your carnation revolution was buried,
In these rock pools and I'm grateful
And the sun looks like the afterlife,
In a battlefield after the rainfall

We walked out on out on to the burren frothy from the wind
Full of yesteryear's sorrow, bad dreams within
We were children again, we were children again
And home hit me like blasted stone of rattle snake unturned

Blind, can't you see I am letting go,
I take with me what you left unburned

We walk out on out onto the burren frothy from the wind
Full of yesteryear's sorrow, bad dreams within
We were children again
We were children again

We walk out on out onto the burren frothy from the wind
Full of yesteryear's sorrow, bad dreams within
We were children again
We were children again

Oh I come here to borrow time
Oh I come here to start a fight
Oh I come here to borrow time
Oh I come here to start a fight

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