Deora Ar Mo Chroi

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory? Say he who rides a pony must someday fall I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it And if you make it death well rest your soul away, away, away" It's a broken kind of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling A bad moon's comin', better say your prayers I wanna tell her that I love her, but does it really matter? I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again So I'm singing, oh this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's some kind that leaves me alone, you know Oh this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over honey Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, yeah This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone Now this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that, it's the kind that Leaves me alone Like a crown of thorns It's all who you know So don't burn your bridges, woman 'Cause someday, yeah So I'm singing This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that, kind that leaves me alone Like a crown of thorns It's all who you know Come on, come on, come on Don't burn your bridges, woman