It's home, it growns, its hand-curved stones
Were laid in centuries
By men with heart and worn out hands
Their names indeed, they fade
If I can't live in this old head
Unlovin' memories
If I should loose this one last face
I pray my soul to take
This building greys with withered souls
That yearn and pine for lives
That shown and kicked and stoned and run
An stumble now in time
And if in time we meet again
In heaven or in mind
I pray The Lord my soul to take
And all my blossomed mind
Break off the bottles
Cause all I can offer
Is to get and drink it
With you
Break off the bottles
Cause all I can offer
Is to get and drink it
With you
Break off the bottles
Cause all I can offer
Is to get and drink it
With you
Break off the bottles
Cause all I can offer
Is to get and drink it
With you
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