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Poor old Johnny |
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Ray Sounded sad upon the radio |
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He moved a million hearts in mono |
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Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them |
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Now you're grown, so grown, now |
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I must say more than ever |
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Go toora loora toora loo rye aye |
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And we can sing just like our fathers |
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Come on Eileen, well |
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I swear (what he means) |
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At this moment, you mean everything |
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With you in that dress my thoughts |
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I confess |
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Verge on dirty |
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Ah come on |
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Eileen These people round here wear beaten down eyes |
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Sunk in smoke dried faces |
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They're so resigned to what their fate is |
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But not us, no not us |
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We are far too young and clever |
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Eileen I'll sing this tune forever |
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Come on Eileen well |
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I swear (what he means) |
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Ah come on, let's take off everything |
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That pretty red dress |
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Eileen (tell him yes) |
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Ah come on |
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Eileen |