We don't know how great a flame
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Is being sought beyond the waters of these shores
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I'm lying here directionless
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Somewhere i hear the slamming of a door
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The darkest clouds were onto me
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I'd taken to the bed both day and night
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There were times when i'd turn back the clock
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I'd love to start again and get it right
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It's gone beyond a joke
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Diesel engines in the night time
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Drawing beet down to the factory
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RIP
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The cead mile failte at the half door
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History
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The bones of our ancestors
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Are buried in the field behind the shed
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They could be lying there oblivious
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Underneath cement before I'm dead
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Roundabouts and one way streets
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Double yellow lines to beat the band
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Still takes you longer to get anywhere
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Simple things so hard to understand
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It's gone beyond a joke
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I'm going out for a smoke
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I've seem the after-birth of beauty
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Where the genius' and the monster's worlds collide
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When the swinging of the pendulum's the strongest
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It's always the greatest, wildest ride
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With the evenings getting shorter
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I wonder can we forge another dream
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Gather up the pieces and assemble one more winning team
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A century's the most you'll see
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Not a long time really to be here
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Trying to get the balance right
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The health, the drugs, the lovin' and the beer
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It's gone beyond a joke
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I'm going out for a smoke...
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Out For A Smoke
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