I now know no romantic situation
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Will won in success, nothing
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Can make me happy
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No rose gardens for me
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That¡¯s not self pity, no
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That¡¯s the truth, yes that¡¯s the truth
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Nowhere is home to me
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Nowhere is home to me
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I was born here of an Irish family
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But that in itself is not too good for me
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Because national identity won¡¯t fulfill me
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I don¡¯t fit that kind of all the pagin I read
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Oh no that is not me
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That¡¯s just not me
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Nowhere is home to me
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Nowhere is home to me
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I don¡¯t know oh, where I belong
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I¡¯ve been all over this great big hell
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I never thought there¡¯s a place where I could be
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But, it¡¯s a lie, it¡¯s a filthy lie
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Nowhere is home to me
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Nowhere is home to me
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No place in the country
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There¡¯s no kind of city
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Not a college ring for me
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It doesn¡¯t have appeal for me
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I gotta be what I believe I can¡¯t be
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Anybody else¡¯
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I just gotta be myself
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Take your Irish stereotype and shove it up your ass
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Not what I want for me
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I am a T bird that is she¡¯s not for me
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And now I¡¯m gonna be free
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Come on
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Everybody say
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I want to be everything, I wanna be the man of my dreams
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And I can¡¯t be a fucking stereotype
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But it¡¯s lonely being here and living this fight
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But I won¡¯t give in
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I will not cave in
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Until I become free
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Until I become free
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Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
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I will become free
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Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
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I will become free
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Yes, yes
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Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
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I will become free
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Nowhere Is Home
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| Dexys |
