I love you my hard Irishman
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Your rage is like a fist in my womb
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Can¡¯t you forgive what you think I've done
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And love me, I'm your woman.
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And I desire you my hard Irishman
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And there is no more natural thing
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So why should I not get loving
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Don¡¯t be cold Irishman.
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How come you¡¯ve never said you love me
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In all the time you¡¯ve known me
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How come you never say you're sorry
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And I do¡¦
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Ah, please talk to me Irishman
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What good will shutting me out get done
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Meanwhile crazies are killing our sons
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Oh listen, Irishman.
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I've honoured you, hard Irishman
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Now I am calling your heart to my own
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Oh let glorious love be done
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Be truthful, Irishman.
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How come you¡¯ve never said you love me
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In all the time you¡¯ve known me
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How come you never say you're sorry
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And I do¡¦ I do.
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This Is A Rebel Song (Irishman Version)
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| Sinead O'Connor |
