Well this world is hard and no one gives a shit
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to help anyone or give them their just pay.
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There ain’t no hand out and they take more than they give
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and you find you’re going crazier each day.
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And the one you love, you’re torturing
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‘cause all that fucking pressure leaves a whipping sting.
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And you will know when you’ve nowhere else to go,
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that you got to turn to something that’s enlightening.
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So I’m going down, going down to Leopardstowns.
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When the horses run a flat, for I’m flat broke I’m going down.
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Where the wine and whiskey flow, leave the ladies all aglow
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back to wander Francis Street in the morning,
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back to wander Francis Street in the morning.
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Well I’ve just got to be strong, ‘cause it’s lasted so long,
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The sadness now that has me in its grip.
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Well I’m completely worn of thinking I have to conform
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and I have to give this stale life the slip.
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But I love you, that’s why it’s so hard to
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leave, but I know I have to be strong.
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To create a new dynamic of our lives, to try to cut the pain and strife.
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Well don’t give up on me, for I won’t be always gone.
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[Chorus]
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Leopardstown Races
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| The Tossers |
