Down the dirty old streets
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The Angel of the East is calling
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And with a trembling hand
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I open up a can
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I can hear a baby bawling
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Before I open up my eyes
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I can feel her love inside me
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But then I realize
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My girl with green eyes
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Is no longer there beside me
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Vicoria, you left me in opium euphoria
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With a fat monk singing Gloria
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My girl with green eyes
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Only you see that I am lazy
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Doon't care about fame
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Nor money like a child
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And I'm just like a child
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Who's forgotten how to smile
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All the people are so busy
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I have nothing to bother about
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It seems that I'm different
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Seems that I am strange
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I'm a bumpkin, I'm a lout
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Some day I know
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I'll put my pipe aside and hit the road
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However far away I have to go
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To find my girl with green eyes
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Some day I know
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I'll put my pipe aside and hit the road
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However far away I have to go
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To find my girl with green eyes
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Victoria, my girl with green eyes
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Victoria
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| Shane MacGowan & The Popes |
