Orphans Lyrics - American Slang - The Gaslight Anthem

Goodbye, circus wheel, maybe you rest along the seas 

I have given you the fire of my youth and the triumph of my enemies 

And goodbye, fair weather home and your faithless factories 

I have given you the blood and the truth from the wounds that they laid on me 

And whatever they left, I kept it for my own heart 

And the lonesome understand with the choirs in my head 

We were orphans before we were ever the sons of regret, my baby 

On and on and on, how the alphabet boys carry on 

And we were orphans before we were ever the sons in the songs 

And now my lights, they never go down, they waltz the moon and the stars for me now 

So you can find some local libertine to take your daughters out on the town 

And I can feel it in my aging bones, how the sound of the rain mixes up 

Into the fountains where I drank my hero's blood 

And so I left you to find my very own hat full of rain 

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And the lonesome understand with the choirs in my head 

That we were orphans before we were ever the sons of regret, my baby 

On and on and on, how the alphabet boys carry on 

And we were orphans before we were ever the sons in the songs 

And now I'm trying to keep it straight, learning all the streets and the alleyways 

And learning where they lead now that I'm left alone here to drive 

But it's so hard to stand on your own against mirrored glass hot and cold 

But the clothes I wore just don't fit my soul anymore 

No, the clothes I wore just don't fit my soul anymore 

And the lonesome understand with the choirs in my head 

We were orphans before we were ever the sons of regret, my baby 

On and on and on, how the alphabet boys carry on 

And we were orphans before we were ever the sons of your songs 

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When we were young we were diamond 

Like something I saw in a dream 

We kept our secrets and rules locked up tight like a tomb 

Where the ballerinas lay