Our differences far behind us
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Nothing matters anymore
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All I can do is smile and know, know you know
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What I¡¯m thinking before
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This is not the place it used to be
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It always seems a dream
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The place I live ? it is not here
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It¡¯s somewhere in between
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It¡¯s too dark and cold to smile
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Soldiers loom too keen to avoid
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All the same guns, kneecaps, and donations run rampant
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The argument keeps them employed
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What parliament could stand to realize is that
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They planted this troublesome seed
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And we fed off of it and now it¡¯s all this-
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If you really want talk, don¡¯t impede
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Investments gone, small business disappears
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When I look, I see no dreams, or dogma or rhetoric, or colors or campaigns
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I see funerals and mother scream
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I see hard men fall with pain in their eyes
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I see conflict vanish in air and crumbled buildings
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where men finally decides that they with that their dead were still there
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I see a country who will not subsidize us and our own who won¡¯t stand in the way
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Does Downing Street now turn its eyes on our people to see what we have to say
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Well, wait for peace from Britain and stand up
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For ourselves and nothing else but for our dead
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Not for money, security, indoctrinations, donations or anything else ever said
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To be recognized as a nation of people
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Who struggled and fought to be free
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Not as criminals, terrorists, or an inferior class
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But as activists who fought tyranny
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And echo these thoughts run throughout time
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Lest they be forgot
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That it was greed that let one people prevail
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Left another behind to rot
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If the investment now is agreed upon then there
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Must be limitations on capitol countries are allowed
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To procure, by Irish resource tax and relations
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Unless, you want us covered in plastic
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Like a Nashville tourist trap
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Or your grandpa 70 years old and cavorting in a leprechaun suit like a sap
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Fair business practice fair for all people,
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So greed cannot set the stage
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Along with the minimum, so they don¡¯t go crazy
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Politicians and businessmen must have a maximum wage
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Our differences far behind us
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Nothing matters anymore
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All I can do is smile and know, know you
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Know what I¡¯m thinking before.
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