Letra de Abigail - Paolo Nutini

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, 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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