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• Artiste: Joe Bonamassa
• Titre: Molly O'
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That ship for fools set sail, wasn't long till it ran aground You can hear the cries for mercy, you could hear that wailing sound She was the last one to die of the two thousand souls And the sea, it took her gently, delved in darkness and cold Molly O! Like a ghost from the past To her we raise a glass Molly O! All the highest of tides Makes you rise to the sky She was born in the east of [?], just another sleepy Irish town With a suitcase full of redemption and a ticket for a ship that went down No distress signal was sent, Molly O was twenty-two When the surging walls of water turned it into a graveyard in blue Molly O! Like a ghost from the past To her we raise a glass Molly O! All the highest of tides Makes you rise to the sky That ship for fools has sailed, won't take long till it runs aground You can hear those mamas weeping from Halifax to London town She [?] sacred walls, and watched that black water rise The ocean don't give up the dead, a bit of Molly still inside Molly O! Like a ghost from the past To her we raise a glass Molly O! Through the lies and truths [?] Molly O! You can't let it roll You gotta rise up the fall Molly O! All the highest of tides Makes you rise to the sky