| I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room
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| And the paper boys are singing in the rain
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| Not too long before they take us to the airport and the noise
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| to get on board a trans-Atlantic plane
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| We’ve got nothing left to stay for and no more left to say
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| and there isn’t any work for us to do
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| So farewell you boys and girls
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| another bloody flight of Earls
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| Our best asset is nore our best export too
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| It’s not murder, fear, nor famine that makes us leave this time
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| We’re not going to join MacAlpines Fusiliers
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| We’ve got brains and we’ve got vision, we’ve got education too
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| But we just can’t throw away these precious years
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| So we walk the streets of London and the streets of Baltimore
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| And we meet at night in several Boston bars
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| We’re the leaders of the future though we’re far away from home
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| And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars
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| As we look on Ellis Island and the Lady in the bay
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| And Manhatten turns to face another Sunday
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| We just think of what you’re doing to bring us all back home
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| As we look forward to another Monday
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| For it’s not the work that scares us, we don’t mind an honest job
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| And we know things will get better once again
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| So a thousand times adieu, we’ve got Bono and U2
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| All we’re missing is the Guinness and the rain
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| So switch off your new computers for the writing’s on the wall
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| We’re leaving as our fathers did before
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| Take a look at Dublin airport or the boat that leaves North Wall
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| There’ll be no youth unemployment anymore
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| For we’re over here in Queensland and in parts of New South Wales
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| We’re on the seas, the airways, and the trains
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| But if we see better days, those big airplanes go both ways
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| And we’ll all be coming back to you again
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| Yes we’ll all be coming back to you again |