"The words that he spoke
seemed the wisest of philosophies.
There's nothing ever gained
by a wet thing called a tear.
When the world is too dark
and I need the light inside of me,
I'll walk into a bar
and drink fifteen pints of beer.
I am going, I am going
any which way the wind may be blowing.
I am going, I am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing."
- the pogues
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