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Children in pieces in |
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Irish industrial schools |
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Nuns called mothers |
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And their |
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Christian brothers |
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Kick the shit out of very frightened children |
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Judges and priests and police and cardinals |
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They look the other way |
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When the weekend comes |
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They'll make use of those |
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Children in pieces in |
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Irish industrial schools |
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Nuns called mothers |
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And their |
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Christian brothers |
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Kick the shit out of very frightened children |
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You say you wanna go home |
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You say you wanna be left alone |
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And so you turn to me |
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But instead of sympathy |
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I findMy sentimental heart hardens |
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My sentimental heart hardens |
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Get your hands off me |
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Kid, you must be bad luck |
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My sentimental heart hardens |