| Take me away from the city and lead me to where I can be on my own,
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| I wanted to see you, and now that I have, I just want to be left alone,
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| I’ll always remember your kind words, and I’ll still remember your name,
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| But I’ve seen you changing and turning, and I know that things just won’t be
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| the same.
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| I remember that summer in Dublin, and the Liffey as it stank like hell,
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| And the young people walking on Grafton Street, and everyone looking so well,
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| I was singing a song I heard somewhere, called «Rock'n'Roll Never Forgets»,
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| When my hummin' was smothered by a Forty Six ‘A' and the scream of a low-flying
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| jet.
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| So I’m leavin' on Wednesday morning tryin' to find a place where I can hear
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| The wind and the birds and the sea on the rocks, where open roads always are
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| near,
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| And if sometimes I tire of the quiet, and I want to walk back up that hill,
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| I’ll just get on the road and I’ll stick out my thumb.
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| ‘Cause I know for sure you’ll be there still.
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| I remember that summer in Dublin, and the Liffey as it stank like hell,
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| And the young people walking on Grafton Street, and everyone looking so well,
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| So I jumped on a bus to Dun Laoire, stoppin' off to pick up my guitar,
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| And a drunk on the bus told me how to get rich. |
| I was glad we weren’t goin' too
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| far.
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| And if sometimes I tire of the quiet, and I want to walk back up that hill,
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| I’ll just get on the road and I’ll stick out my thumb.
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| ‘Cause I know for sure you’ll be there still. |