In a field by a river
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my love and I did lie
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And on my naked shoulder
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she too proud to cry
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She said that I must leave her
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an icy tear she froze
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How could I melt the heart
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Of a Wild Irish Rose
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Well a gypsy she has made of me
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A servant of the street
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And back to bed I've travelled
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To taste a love as sweet
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Well the heart it knows no reasons
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And reason never knows
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As I lie with them I'm thinking
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Of a Wild Irish Rose
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Well I saw the city of angels
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It brought a devil out in me
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And Hell's hotel on Sunset
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Showed a whore no mercy
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As the orange sky was screaming
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From the roof I let her go
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These are the dizzying heights that brought me
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My Wild Irish Rose
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Now red is the rose
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That she layed on my grave
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A life is what she wanted
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And a life I surely gave
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Like a hundred men before me
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They lay lying here in rows
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Young men, bloody
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As a Wild Irish Rose
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Wild Irish Rose
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| U2 |
