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Sweet city of Dublin, I am heading out |
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Cause all the houses on your streets are burning down |
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Oh, but not to worry, cause I will be okay |
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Yes, I will pick myself back up another day |
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But I am dirty from the travel |
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And I miss my family |
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So goodbye, Dublin boys, farewell |
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I gave you my best shot |
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But you never could tell |
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I'm gonna pack my suitcase |
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And sing to myself |
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Goodbye |
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I know that things gotta change, it's what they always do |
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Oh, but change has never been known to wait for you |
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I'm gonna go where the green is |
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Don't wanna live for brown |
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I'm gonna get back on my horse 'til I go down |
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And you're more beautiful than ever |
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And it just goes to show |
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So goodbye, Dublin boys, farewell |
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I gave you my best shot |
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But you never could tell |
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I'm gonna pack my suitcase |
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And sing to myself |
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Goodbye, Dublin boys, farewell |
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I gave you my best shot |
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But you never could tell |
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I'm gonna pack my suitcase |
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And sing to myself |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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Goodbye, Dublin boys, farewell |
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I gave you my best shot |
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But you never could tell |
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I'm gonna pack my suitcase |
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And sing to myself |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
