For one hundred years my land's been town in two
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Bigoted people think that they are fighting for you
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A coded warning, a distant shooting
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I've never seen an army act quite like this
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A son without a father, another widow made, playing god
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They banded together in 1916
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Defending our island from the British regime
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The people they loved them for fighting their cause
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Where are the heroes now?
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But every day we take one step closer to a time in our lives
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Where we can't remember hate
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Our lives all the time moving where we're not afraid of you.
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Innocent children caught up in a war
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They've lived with bombing and terror since they were born.
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Their cause is replaced by greed
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They keep all their guns to help them fight for their drugs
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Politicians they tug at the threads of our peace
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Till nothing's left but a divided race
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Irish eyes aren't smiling anymore
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Irish Eyes
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| 4ft Fingers (Four Feet Fingers) |
