In my memory, I will always see
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The town that I loved so well
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Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
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And they laughed through the smoke and the smell
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Going home in the rain, riding up the dark lane
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Past the jail, and down behind the fountain
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Those were happy days in so many, many ways
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In the town I loved so well
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In the early mornin¡¯ the shirt factory horn
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Called women from Creggan, the moor and the bog
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While the men on the dole played a mother¡¯s role
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Fed the children and then walked the dog
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And when times got tough there was just about enough
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And they saw it through without complainin¡¯
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For deep inside was a burning pride
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In the town I loved so well
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There was music there in the Derry air
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Like a language that we all could understand
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I remember the day that I earned my first pay
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When I played in a small pick-art band
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There I spent my youth, and to tell you the truth
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I was sad to leave it all behind me
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For I learned about life, and I found a wife
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In the town I loved so well
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But when I returned, how my eyes have burned
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To see how a town could be brought to it¡¯s knees
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By the armoured cars and the bombed-out bars
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And the gas that hangs on to every breeze
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Now the army¡¯s installed by that old gas yard wall
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And the damn barbed wire gets higher and higher
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With their tanks and their guns, oh my god, what have they done
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In the town I loved so well
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Now the music¡¯s gone but they carry on
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For their spirits be bruised, never broken
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They will not forget but their hearts are set
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For tomorrow they¡¯ll have peace once again
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For what¡¯s done is done and what¡¯s won is won
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And what¡¯s lost is lost and gone for ever
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I can only pray for a bright, brand new day
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In the town I loved so well
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the town i loved so well
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| Ronan Keating |
