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Deep inside my soul fights a war |
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I can't explain, I can't cross over any more |
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All I see are dirty faces |
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Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces |
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But I try to see through Irish eyes, Belfast |
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Look outside, summer's lost and gone |
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It's a long walk on a street of right and wrong |
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In every inch of sadness |
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Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness |
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But I never saw a braver place Belfast |
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And it's sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen |
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Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast |
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And so say your lovers from under the flowers |
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Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast |
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Who's to say on whom heaven smiles |
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Our different ways we try hard to recognize |
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No more enchanted evenings |
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The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving |
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But you'll never let them shut you down Belfast |
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And it's sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen |
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Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast |
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And so say your lovers from under the flowers |
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Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast |
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The enemy is not at home |
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A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond |
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No bloody boots or crucifix |
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Can ever hope to split this emerald island |
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But I never saw a braver place Belfast |
