You might see me in the paper
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Or hear me on the radio
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And you’ll probably imagine
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That I’ve forgotten you
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Long long ago
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Well I couldn’t if i tried
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Though you might think i tell a lie
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I’ll hold you in my memory
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From now
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Until the day I die
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Bomber jackets and young girls smile
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Valentines and county trials
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Meeting at the mercy gates
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All afternoon I couldn’t wait
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My thoughts
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Were just of kissing you
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Now I might be mistaken
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But I think we met somewhere before
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Was I drunk and stoned and dancing
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On some salt hill disco’s slippy floor
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With you nose on someone’s shoulder
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Slow dancing tightly intertwined
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I wish we swapped our partners
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And continued dancing
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Till he end of time
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Bomber jackets and young girls smile
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Valentines and county trials
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Meeting at the mercy gates
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All afternoon I couldn’t wait
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Duffel coats and desert boots
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The teacher spoke of Brian Boru
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My thoughts were just of kissing you
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My thoughts were just of kissing you
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Copyright: L.Moran/D.Carton/P.Doherty
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Mercy Gates
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| The Saw Doctors |
