Justin Rutledge - The Suffering Of Pepe O'Malley, Pt. 3 lyrics

Dear Madeline I am a tightrope walker from Barcelona, Spain Sometimes I lose my balance, and you complain But you'll always be, you'll always be my Dear Madeline If I afford the fare, can you meet me in London With your Bible in Trafalgar Square? 'Cause when you left me here My tears rolled by like taxis on Bloor Street At 10 P.M. on a Friday night Dear Emily I am a gargoyle carver from Florence, Italy Sometimes the chisel slips and I forget your malady But you'll always be, you'll always be my Dear Emily If I afford the fare, can you meet me in Dublin With your compa** and a smoke to spare? There's only boozehounds here So I won't be home for Christmas or New Year But you'll always be, you'll always be my Dear Emily She said, "I want to die in Vienna, listening to a moonlight sonata."