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°¡¼ö: Sinead O'Connor


I love you my hard Irishman
Your rage is like a fist in my womb
Can¡¯t you forgive what you think I've done
And love me, I'm your woman.

And I desire you my hard Irishman
And there is no more natural thing
So why should I not get loving
Don¡¯t be cold Irishman.

How come you¡¯ve never said you love me
In all the time you¡¯ve known me
How come you never say you're sorry
And I do¡¦

Ah, please talk to me Irishman
What good will shutting me out get done
Meanwhile crazies are killing our sons
Oh listen, Irishman.

I've honoured you, hard Irishman
Now I am calling your heart to my own
Oh let glorious love be done
Be truthful, Irishman.

How come you¡¯ve never said you love me
In all the time you¡¯ve known me
How come you never say you're sorry
And I do¡¦ I do.

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This Is A Rebel Song (Irishman Version)
Sinead O'Connor



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