Poor old Johnny Ray
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Sounded sad upon the radio
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Moved a million hearts in mono
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Our mothers cried
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Sang along, who'd blame them
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Now you're grown, so grown,
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now 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, oh 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 I confess
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Verge on dirty
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Ah come on Eileen
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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 never), no not us (no never)
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We are far too young and clever
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Remember
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Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
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Eileen I'll hum this tune forever
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Come on Eileen oh 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 Eileen (tell him yes)
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Ah come on let's, Ah come on Eileen
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That pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes)
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Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen
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Please...
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Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye
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Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye
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Toora toora-too-loora
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Now you have grown, now you have shown, oh Eileen
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Come on Eileen, these things they are real and I know
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how you feel
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Now I must say more than ever
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things round here have changed
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Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye
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Come on Eileen, oh 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 I confess
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Verge on dirty
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Ah come on Eileen
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Cone on Eileen
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