We lended our heavy hearts,
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motors with broken parts,
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we had a deck of cards it was a start.
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We'd sit out in the sun,
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and wait for our skin to turn,
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you would ask for truth,
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and I would look for something to burn.
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Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
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the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
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Oh to live in a paper house again,
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where we grew by the light of the moon.
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Often we took the train,
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the sky pacing white to grey,
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when you or I would leave
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and the other would stay.
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We were all that we had
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and breathed in each others words,
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I would ask for truth and
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you'd look for something to burn.
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Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
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the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
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Oh to live in a paper house again,
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where we grew by the light of the moon.
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You were much younger then,
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younger than I am now,
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I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow,
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I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow.
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Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
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the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
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Oh to live in a paper house again,
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where we grew by the light of the moon.
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Oh you know what you are to me
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and you know you will always be.
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Paper House
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| Lisa Hannigan |
