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Abigail Songtext
von Paolo Nutini

Abigail Songtext

I don′t have much luck these days
With far too much time
Lost a lot of my rhythm
In this bubble of mine
I would sure like to help you
I will give you my word
Then I'II fly away, brother
Float away like a bird

You don′t get much dignity
You don't get much sense of pride
When your mind gets too narrow
And your nose gets too wide
I breathe and I'm tryin′
In my cauldron tonight
Though a part of me′s dyin'
There′s a part come alive


'Cause I had a dream last night
That you were beside me
Two kids in the garden
And your love behind me
Though today may taste bitter
Maybe tomorrow is gold
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old

So I took out some paper
And I dug out a pen
Poured myself out some water
And I rinsed out the gin
I spoke of my dream that night
In the greatest detail
Of my beautiful children
And my sweet Abigail

Ah, but before she can find me
Before I can let her in
Before no sweet happy endin′
Let the battle begin
Let the trumpets blow Valhalla
Let the soldier arise
Lord, let Abigail catch me
When I fall from the skies


'Cause I had a dream last night
That you were beside me
Two kids in the garden
And all this behind me
Though today may taste bitter
Maybe tomorrow is gold
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old

Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old

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