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When Irish eyes are smiling. Sure, it is like a morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter. You can hear the angels sing. . When Irish hearts are happy. All the world seems bright and gay
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Love's sweet exile. Love's sweet exile We blur into images of state coercion. Classified machines die misunderstood. City reflections pour out misery. We don't count 'cos we hate Rain down alienation
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watch as the world burns. This is exile. We're in exile So just let the heads roll. And we'll stand on this world alone. In this exile. We're in exile Exile, exile, exile Home, it's where the heart
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When I first came to this island. That I called by my own name. I was happy in this fortress. In my exile I remained But the hours grew so empty. And the ocean sent her waves. In the figure of a
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and she rides a crimson shell, . And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands. With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured. By the sirens sweetly singing
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When I first came to this island. That I called by my own name. I was happy in this fortress,. In my exile I remained. But the hours grew so empty. And the ocean sent her waves. In the figure
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When I first came to this island. That I called by my own name. I was happy in this fortress,. In my exile I remained. But the hours grew so empty. And the ocean sent her waves. In the figure
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Songs of life, they ring. From quiet steeples to distant valleys. Along the hillsides of lovers' hearts. Of lovers' hearts Come sing you songs of life. And they will keep you. From ever wanting
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, like an Irish volunteer. . Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere. We'll fight and fall beneath its folds, like Irish volunteers!. Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all
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Well you thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever. But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids. And you
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Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of. There is no one on earth I'm afraid of. And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when. To be English is not to be baneful. To be
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hibernate. In bedrooms above, composing their songs of love. . Young, uniform minds, in uniform lines. And uniform ties, run round with trousers on fire. And signs of desire, they cannot disguise
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. . Verse. Over in Killarney, many years ago,. My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low. Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way. And I'd give the world if I could hear that song
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must be for the fifteenth time. I've been here for much too long. This is the past that's mine I want to fly and run till it hurts. Sleep for a while and speak no words. In Australia I want to fly
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been here for much too long. This is the past that's mine I want to fly and run till it hurts. Sleep for a while and speak no words. In Australia I want to fly and run till it hurts. Sleep for a
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wondered how it feels but then. I rarely dream of anyone. . In the songs of shame and the tales of dread. Where they seal the lovers' lips with lead. And all the vines wind through their eyes. But no
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Songs of life, they ring. From quiet steeples to distant valleys. Along the hillsides of lovers' hearts. Of lovers' hearts. . Come sing you songs of life. And they will keep you. From ever
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I am walking. I am walking alone. And I am humming. I am humming one of your songs. . I just know one small verse in the middle of it. But it makes me want to hear it on and on and on and on
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. . Verse. Over in Killarney, many years ago,. My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low. Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way. And I'd give the world if I could hear that song
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mermaids,. And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses,. How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,. For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white
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mermaids,. And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses,. How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,. For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white
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Bài hát Sad Songs - Marshmello. 'Cause I’m so tired of the sad songs. And I'm just tryna get myself together. And I just wanna, I just wanna move on (Move on). When the time is right, then we'll talk
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to say. I fuckin' hate you anyway Exile, exile, exile, exile Can't count the ways that you light my fuckin' fuse. I can't tolerate the sight of you. The thought of you or anything about you. You
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Cigarettes and chocolate milk. These are just a couple of my cravings. Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger. A little bit thicker. A little bit harmful for me. . If I should buy
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Cigarettes and chocolate milk. These are just a couple of my cravings. Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger. A little bit thicker. A little bit harmful for me. . If I should buy
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Cigarettes and chocolate milk. These are just a couple of my cravings. Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger. A little bit thicker. A little bit harmful for me. . If I should buy
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Cigarettes and chocolate milk. These are just a couple of my cravings. Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger. A little bit thicker. A little bit harmful for me. . If I should buy
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Cigarettes and chocolate milk. These are just a couple of my cravings. Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger. A little bit thicker. A little bit harmful for me. . If I should buy
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. . Love's sweet exile. Love's sweet exile. . We blur into images of state coercion. Classified machines die misunderstood. City reflections pour out misery. We don't count cos we hate. . Raindown
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be hard to do. Throw away my stuff from you. And I'll wait for her to come. She won't break my heart. Cause I know she'll be from Australia. She is so beautiful. She's my dream girl. She's my dream
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mermaids,. And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses,. How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,. For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white
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Bài hát Tales Of Tomorrow - Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike, Fedde Le Grand, Julian Perretta. We're turning our world round its upside down. Get back our hopes because we're dreaming. We are the ones that
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. . Love's sweet exile. Love's sweet exile. . We blur into images of state coercion. Classified machines die misunderstood. City reflections pour out misery. We don't count cos we hate. . Raindown
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We told our tales as we sat under morning's sleepy sky. With all the colors of the sunrise shining in our eyes. One, then another with a story of yesterday's life. Or of a lover who had gone in a
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. The gleam of the Irish . Spun her tales . On the ocean free . Never to be caught . Tangled on the ropes . Hacked away the lengthy locks . In order to elope . She would lose no fight . She would take no
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been here for much too long. This is the past that's mine. . I want to fly and run till it hurts. Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia. I want to fly and run till it hurts. Sleep for a
