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The territorial drums a waltz on a loaded gun |
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The viper flexes, coiling on the vine |
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And the irises are sinking in the rain |
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Idiots drown the sound of a distant train |
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The blind man plays his instrument and sings |
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In the Irish Sea the ichthyosaurus swims |
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The Reverend Ian Paisley grabs his god and shouts |
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The Pope sits in the Vatican and doubts |
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The generous American is loosening his belt |
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Savouring his childhood in an after-dinner mint |
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And the rosebuds are sinking in the rain |
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Radios drown the sound of a distant train |
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The blind man's bow leaves resin on the strings |
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In the Irish Sea the rattlesnake swims |
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On the feast day of St Patrick, like the poet Valery |
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A soldier pours a glass of blood red wine into the sea |
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The sun can never shine through the censorship of clouds |
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In this city of open secrets and sudden shrouds |
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While the astors are sinking in the rain |
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Automatics drown the sound of a distant train |
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The blind old man's accordion is torn |
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In the Irish sea the adders swarm |
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And in a Ballymena farmhouse a widow goes to bits |
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And sometimes she remembers him and sometimes she just sits |
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And as for the troubles, don't count us out |
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Sometimes we're unbiased observers, sometimes louts |
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While the tiger lilies crumple in the rain |
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Television drowns the sound of a distant train |
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The blind man pours the spit from an old trombone |
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In the Irish Sea the tapeworms twist and turn |
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The moon is a sergeant major who rises and recruits |
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In the terraces of Belfast, in the back streets of Beirut |
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Sitting on a bed while I watch you from behind |
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Skinny as a child, guilt-free, your face unlined |
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While the violets are sinking in the rain |
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Videos drown the sound of a distant train |
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The blind old man has smashed his violin |
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In the Irish Sea the vipers return |
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Could've been your conscience but I guess that never works |
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So treat me like an equal 'til it hurts |
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I violetti surrendono per te |
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I canali la torre di Babel |
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I violini piangono per che |
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Io sto morendo in questo hotel |
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I violetti surrendono per te |
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I canali la torre di Babel |
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I violini piangono per che |
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Io sto morendo in questo hotel |
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