| Open up the door, she’s standin' there
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| With the smile in her eyes but the grey in her hair
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| Betrays the fact you strayed far from home
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| With your drinkin', your smokin', your whorin' around
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| Sit down by the fire, put your feet on the grate
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| Spend the night reminiscin' 'til the hour grows late
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| Always remember at the end of the day…
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| You can always go home… you just can’t stay
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| Then it’s off to the pub for to see your old mates
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| Ah, they all look older, but nothin' has changed
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| And you drink 'til you’re nearly out of your head
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| «hey, what are yez all doin' snakin' off to bed?»
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| Then you’re outside her flat but she’s no longer there
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| And the tears scald your eyes as you think of her hair
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| In the photo they sent you of her wedding day
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| You can always go home… you just can’t stay
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| Then you see her at mass with the kids at her side
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| And it all comes back in the blink of an eye
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| The tears and the laughter, the love and the lies
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| And that dress she wore the night you said goodbye
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| Then her husband says «it's good to have you back»
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| And she smiles for a moment and squeezes your hand
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| But you know what she’s thinkin', she doesn’t have to say
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| You can always go home… you just can’t stay
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| And you swear to yourself time and time again
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| It was all in the past, she don’t mean anything
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| Now your life is full of laughter and bars
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| What did you leave behind, just the sun… the moon… and the stars
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| Then it’s up in the mornin' at the crack of dawn
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| With your stomach churnin', she says «c'mon now, sean
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| You’ll be late for the plane,» but that crack in her voice
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| Betrays the fact that you made your choice
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| A long time ago, now there’s no turnin' back
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| Cos last night you had your american wake
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| And the bells are still ringin', can’t you hear what they say
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| You can always go home… you just can’t stay
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| Say goodbye
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| Say goodybe
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| Say goodbye, in the wind and the pourin' rain…
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| One last drink
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| One last drink
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| One last drink at shannon airport, then you’re outta here
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| History around here, catch you again next year…
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| Landin' at kennedy
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| Landin’at kennedy
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| Landin’at kennedy, all you feel is the pain
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| But it’s too late, cos last night you had, you had, you had your
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| American wake |