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Factories, trains, and houses |
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Playground of my youth |
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The place that left me mute |
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I threw back my shoulders |
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Factories, trains, and houses |
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The place that makes some strong |
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And hurries you along |
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Some grow old very quick there |
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No star ever played the cellar bar |
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Glass and bottle fights |
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We saw some crazy nights |
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But then fights do excite you |
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I'm awoken by a handbrake turn outside |
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I knew lads who died, that sound chills me inside still |
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Howth Junction could take you away |
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And in the hay fields we'd squander the day |
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And from the corner of Holywell road |
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See the sunset over Saint Donaghs |
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See the sunset over us all |
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See the sunset over Saint Donaghs |
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Some boys want to get me |
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Because I hit one back |
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I still can hear the crack |
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Of his head on the concrete |
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Doin' drugs and drinkin' |
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Makes you so depressed |
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And then you think you're blessed |
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When you're dropping a tablet |
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Troubled years and fighting |
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Makes you sad, you know |
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And Mammy had to go |
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Sure it's best in the long run |
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Howth Junction |
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Could take you away |
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And in the hay fields |
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We'd squander the day |
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And from the corner of Holywell road |
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See the sunset over Saint Donaghs |
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See the sunset over us all |
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See the sunset over Saint Donaghs |
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See the sunset over the world |
