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My Irish eyes look out at the |
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AtlanticI think |
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I drink enough to probably drain it |
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Then I could walk to |
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SpainThrough valleys that were once full |
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And face each day like a ballet with a bull |
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The storm hangs like an axe over my head |
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The longer |
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I wait, the worse it gets |
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Like wildfire through the hills of confidence |
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The sun shines but there's sirens in my head |
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Stars remind me that |
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Light shines from the past |
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I'm so afraid that |
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I'll have to face myself |
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Even though |
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I know that self reflection helps |
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It's so easy to judge everyone but yourself |
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I push away any good thing that |
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I've feltI've got to lose it all if |
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I want anything |
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Got to lose it all if |
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I want to be free |
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The storm hangs like an axe over my head |
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The longer |
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I wait, the worse it gets |
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Like wildfire through the hills of confidence |
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The sun shines but there's sirens in my head |
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I've got to lose it all if |
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I want anything |
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I've got to lose it all if |
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I want to be free, free |
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The storm hangs like an axe over my head |
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The longer |
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I wait, the worse it gets |
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Like wildfire through the hills of confidence |
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The sun shines but there's sirens in my head |
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I face each day with a grain of sand |
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I cannot lose what |
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I've never had |
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Stars remind me that |
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Light shines from the past |
