Abigail
Paolo Nutini"Abigail" is a song by Paolo Nutini, released in 2022 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:28 long and contains 52 lines and 276 words.
Lyrics
0:14I don't have much luck these days
0:17With far too much time
0:21Lost a lot of my rhythm
0:25In this bubble of mine
0:28I would sure like to help you
0:32I will give you my word
0:36Then I'll fly away brother
0:40Float away like a bird
0:44You don't get much dignity
0:47You don't get much sense of pride
0:51When your mind get's too narrow
0:55And your nose get's too wide
0:59I breathe and I'm trying
1:03In my cauldron tonight
1:07Though a part of me's dying
1:10There's a part come alive
1:15Cause I had a dream last night
1:18That you were beside me
1:22Two kids in the garden
1:26And your love behind me
1:29Though today may taste bitter
1:33Maybe tomorrow is gold
1:37Lord I want to get happy
1:41Before I get old
1:45So I took out some paper
1:48And I dug out a pen
1:52Poured myself out some water
1:56And I rinsed out the gin
2:00I spoke of my dream that night
2:03In the greatest detail
2:07Of my beautiful children
2:11And my sweet Abigail
2:15But before she can find me
2:19Before I can let her in
2:23Before no sweet happy ending
2:27Let the battle begin
2:30Let the trumpets blow Valhalla
2:34Let the soldier arise
2:38And Lord let Abigail catch me
2:42When I fall from the skies
2:46Cause I had a dream last night
2:50That you were beside me
2:53Two kids in the garden
2:58And all this behind me
3:01Though today may taste bitter
3:05Maybe tomorrow is gold
3:08Lord I want to get happy
3:12Before I get old
3:16Lord I want to get happy
3:20Before I get old
3:24Lord I want to get happy
3:28Before I get old
I don't have much luck these days With far too much time Lost a lot of my rhythm In this bubble of mine I would sure like to help you I will give you my word Then I'll fly away brother Float away like a bird You don't get much dignity You don't get much sense of pride When your mind get's too narrow And your nose get's too wide I breathe and I'm trying In my cauldron tonight Though a part of me's dying There's a part come alive Cause I had a dream last night That you were beside me Two kids in the garden And your love behind me Though today may taste bitter Maybe tomorrow is gold Lord I want to get happy Before I get old So I took out some paper And I dug out a pen Poured myself out some water And I rinsed out the gin I spoke of my dream that night In the greatest detail Of my beautiful children And my sweet Abigail But before she can find me Before I can let her in Before no sweet happy ending Let the battle begin Let the trumpets blow Valhalla Let the soldier arise And Lord let Abigail catch me When I fall from the skies Cause I had a dream last night That you were beside me Two kids in the garden And all this behind me Though today may taste bitter Maybe tomorrow is gold Lord I want to get happy Before I get old Lord I want to get happy Before I get old Lord I want to get happy Before I get old
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