| I can hear the bells of Dublin
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| In this lonely waiting room
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| And the paperboys are singin'
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| In the rain
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| Not too long be fore they take us To the airport and the noise
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| To get on board
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| A transat-lantic plane
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| We’ve got nothin' left to stay for,
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| We had no more left to say
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| And there isn’t any work for us to do
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| So fare well ye boys and girls,
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| Another bloody Flight of Earls
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| Our best asset is our best export, too
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| It’s not murder, fear or famine
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| That makes us leave this time
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| We’re not going to join
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| McAlpine’s Fusileers
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| We’ve got brains, and we’ve got visions, we’ve got education, too!
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| But we just can’t throw away
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| These precious years
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| So we walk the streets of London,
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| And the streets of Baltimore
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| And we meet at night
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| In several Boston bars
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| We’re the leaders of the future
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| But we’re far away from home
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| And we dream of you
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| Beneath the Irish stars
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| As we look on Ellis Island,
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| And the Lady in the bay
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| And Manhattan turns to face
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| Another Sunday
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| We just wonder what you’re doing
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| To bring us all back home
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| As we look forward to another Monday
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| Because it’s not the work
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| That scares us We don’t mind an honest job
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| And we know things will get better
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| Once again
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| So a thousand times adieu,
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| We’ve got Bono and U2
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| All we’re missin'
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| Is the Guinness, and the rain
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| So switch off your new computers
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| 'Cause 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
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| Any more
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| Because we’re over here in Queensland,
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| And in parts of New South Wales
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| We’re on the seas and airways
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| And the trains
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| But if we see better days,
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| Those big airplanes go both ways
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| And we’ll all be comin' back to you again! |