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You took a train to the south-side of Boston You showed me where your old man stayed Took twenty-eight years of blood I was lost in To feel loved on my own birthday And I always felt like I was in-between Something like home and somewhere far away But tonight on the West side in a bar out in Brooklyn I saw tears outline your face How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week But you're all grown now There's smoke seepin' out of your bloody teeth But you're home somehow And I'll be upstairs with the guitar I was given When I was barely fourteen When did McGlinchey's get so crowded? And why are the crowds so damn green? I lost my mind on the streets of the city And maybe I lost all hope too Took 28 years of blood pumping through me To get to this evening with you How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week But we're all grown now There's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the street But we're home somehow How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week And we're all grown now There's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the street But we're home somehow You took a train to the south-side of Boston You showed me where your whole heart stayed Took 28 years of blood pumpin' through me To feel loved on my own birthday