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There's a |
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Belfast girl |
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I loved and lost |
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On the rolling hills around my home |
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Now she stays home nights behind locked doors |
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Since a plastic bullet stopped him |
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And he don't come no more |
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There's a |
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Belfast boy was loved and lost |
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On the crowded streets of his own home town |
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Pepper my heart with a lover's words |
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And I'll pepper yours with a |
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Getlin gun |
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Mother my heart is full of lead |
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And it weighs me down and |
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I just can't cry |
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Remember me to schoolboy friends |
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And tell it as it was, please try |
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So come by my boy and sit you down |
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There's a tale to hear, a tale to tell this town |
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You say the devil will get me some day |
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You can tell him |
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I'm waiting |
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Cause these are the things |
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I must say |
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Mother my heart is full of lead |
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And life holds few surprises too |
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Tell that to the little ones |
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Before they learn to leaugh at you |
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Mother my heart is full of lead |
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And it weighs me down and |
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I just can't cry |
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Remember me to schoolboy friends |
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And tell it as it was, please try |
