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The guards are changing Not dark or light. My drowsy steering Is guiding me back home. There's three more towns to go. Drifting back they all Cried for more Familiar hands plucked another Christy Moore While the bar maid cleaned the floor. Well I have seen too much but I haven't seen enough. All the leaves that drop how they, drain so much. But the lumberjack don't stop. He won't stop. What was that just an Irish fox As I was saying we packed it all back up And the speakers weigh a ton. Approaching home now the Carlow road, I take a left as a pothole shakes the load. I don't react at all. Well I have seen too much but I haven't seen enough. All the leaves that drop how they, drain so much. But the lumberjack don't stop. He won't stop. Letras de canciones I lift it out now I lift it in. Too late for tea as daylight's drawing in. I put the money in the tin. Sweaty tee-shirt I say goodnight, Half asleep you ask me for the time The alarm is set for nine. From Letras Mania