Here is a story
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of hope and of glory.
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He's eighteen years old
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and well I fell in love.
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But after that,
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where have you gone, from me?
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The one that I loved endlessly.
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We used to have a life,
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but now it's all gone.
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Mystify...
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Does it have to be so cold in Ireland?
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Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me?
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Are they ready for me?
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Where have you gone, from me?
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The one that I loved endlessly.
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We were to have a child.
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Yesterday's gone.
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Well I knew the time would come.
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When I'd have to leave.
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Go on.
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Look what they've done to me.
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They've taken my hand...
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And it's killing me.
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Killing me, killing me, killing me!
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Does it have to be so cold in Ireland?
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Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me?
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Are they ready for me?
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But I'm afraid I'm returning to Ireland.
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I'm afraid I'm returning to Ireland.
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I see, that there is nothing for me.
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There is nothing for me.
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So Cold In Ireland
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| Cranberries |
