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Danny Boy

This song is by Rufus Wainwright and appears on the album Rufus Wainwright (1998).

Your skin is cold
But the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold
But you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old sick and tired

We walk the streets
Gently starin' wonderin' what to do
The sun in sheets
Pourin' down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind

You broke my heart Danny Boy
Not your fault Danny Boy

I was had at the doorstep
Played like a two to a four-set
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God

Day comes I wake
I wake with a hard heartache
I go down to your place
We sit and chat
Chat about New York and trips to the bayou

My smile a trick
Tricking me and trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind

You broke my heart Danny Boy
Not your fault Danny Boy

I was had at the doorstep
Played like a two to a four-set
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God

Oh, I was had at the doorstep
Had like a two to a four-set
Played like poor Job in the Bible by God

Written by:

Rufus Wainwright

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