(Van Morrison)
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All that trouble all that grief
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That's why I had to leave
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Staying away too tong is in defeat
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Why I'm singing this song
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Why I'm heading back home
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That's what makes the Irish heart beat
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I'm just like a hobo riding a train
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I'm like a gangster living in Spain
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Have to watch my back and I'm running out of time
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When I roll the dice again
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If lady luck will call my name
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That's what makes the Irish heart beat
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Well that's what makes it beat
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When I'm standing on the street
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And I'm standing underneath this Wrigley's sign
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Oh so far away from home
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But I know I've got to roam
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That's what makes the Irish heart beat
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And it was off to foreign climes
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On the Piccadilly line
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We were standing underneath the Wrigley's sign
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So far away from home
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Well I know I've got to roam
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That s what makes the Irish heart beat
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Just like a sailor out on the foam
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Any port in a storm
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Where we tend to burn the candle at both ends
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Down the corridors of fame
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Like the spark ignites the flame
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That's what makes the Irish heart beat
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But I roll the dice again
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If lady luck will call my name
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That s what makes the Irish heart beat
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Oh, that's what makes the Irish heart beat
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That's what makes the Irish heart beat
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What Makes The Irish Heart Beat
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Van Morrison |