A face that haunts me smilin' down
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A broken doll with eyes so wild
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O'Connell Bridge you're fallin' down
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And hangin' on a ragged child
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Amid the to and fro
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Watchin' as we come an' go
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Footsteps an the motor cars
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Shyin' from her beggin' jar
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Cryin' in the night
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Where love will fall
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Dyin' as she might
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An' we all laugh
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Knowin' it's a con
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Waitin' for the garda
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To come.
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Her face still haunts me shinin' down
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A meadow flower growin' wild
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O'Connell Bridge you're fallin' down
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And on your ledge a frightened child
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Amid the heat an' dust of rush around
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The feet an' wheels that spin
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Shyin' from her beggin' tin
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Cryin' in the night
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Where love will fall
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Dyin' out of sight
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An' we all laugh
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Knowin' it's a con
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Waitin' for the garda
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To come.
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Amid the heat an' dust of rush around
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The feet an' wheels that spin
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Shyin' from her beggin' tin
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Cryin' in the night
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Where love will fall
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Dyin' out of sight
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An' we all laugh
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Knowin' it's a con
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Waitin' for the garda
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To come.
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Waiting For The Garda
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Clifford T. Ward |