You came from DunLaoghaire town where the ferry waits to go
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Where the wind blows so cold but not so gently off the sea
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You came from DunLaoghaire town to the centre of the world
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Where you changed the hearts of everyone so easily
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Then you crossed the Irish sea to see London and beyond
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Where your star it rose and rose until you shone so bright
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Then you crossed the Irish sea and you saved a million lives
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But you let the ones who caused it all make you their knight
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All you had to do, all you had to do was say
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All you had to do, all you had to do was say
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Your Majesty, your Majesty shove your OBE
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Your Majesty, your Majesty shove your OBE
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Your Majesty, your Majesty shove your OBE
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Shove your OBE your Majesty
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Every band with half a note likes to play that rebel card
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They like to act so hip and radical but then
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Every band with half a note loves to whine about the rich
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But you'll still seek their approval in the end
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Is it true that all success has the power to corrupt us
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Or does everyone become what they've despised
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Is it true that all success makes you feel so insecure
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That you need to line up and be patronised
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Your Majesty
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Blood Or Whiskey |