You still make me feel all good inside
You make me forget how much and even that you ever made me cry
I thought you were the knot I tried so hard not to untie
And even though it was tied so tight my fingers never pried
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
I've been holding my breath for so long the graveyard gonna pass real soon
My cheeks are all blue the clouds are white as they pass in front of the moon
That moon is fuller than I'll ever be
Unless you untie that tourniquet
And let the blood run right out of me
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
Black Irish angry
Black Irish sad
Stopped playing spin the bottle 'coz the bottle
Broke and cut my fingers bad
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
You still make me feel all good inside
A favorite food I keep forgetting that I ever tried
Don't listen to my tongue because
Around you it's always tied
Turn that tourniquet
Turn that tourniquet, my blood is blue
My blood is blue
Monday, March 30, 2009
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