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letra de filters - cathal francis

[verse 1]
how can you be proud of what you’ve done?
you’ll make your promises but i know you can’t keep one
how can you be proud of what you’ve been?
you’ll repent for all your sins and pretend your slate is clean

[chorus}
why is nothing wholesome anymore?
guess i’ll stay till the day that i go
leave all emotion at the door
what you said turns me red and makes me sore

[verse 2]
pin you up and cling for years and years
i am here for you in sickness but in health you’re in my tears
why are you with them and not right here?
he’s a real nowhеre man not knowing where to steer

[chorus]
why is nothing wholеsome anymore?
guess i’ll stay till the day that i go
leave all emotion at the door
what you said turns me red and makes me sore

[outro]
the current situation has everyone off-kilter
this city’s cigarette b-tts are smoked down to their filters
the hows and whys of civic life are begging to be answered
so here we are now: lovers, leavers, beggars, crooks and chancers what are we to do when all our dreams get whisked away?
say a silent prayer and hope that it’ll be okay
for every son and daughter has their individual way
let circumstance perform its dance then it’ll be your day

- cathal francis

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