| Was I just dreaming?
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| Were my eyes playing tricks on me?
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| Was I really seeing?
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| Such a belle at 25 Wexford Street
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| I ain’t gonna lie, don’t recall her name
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| But the Dublin lights saw everything
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| Now the legend lives all across that town
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| An American boy and an Irish gal
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| That night, all night
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| We were dancing straight to sheets
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| Yeah, she was mine, all mine
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| Lost in the beauty of the beat
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| Let the sound of the pound bump in our chests
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| 'Til the sunrise laid our lust to rest
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| She left and the only thing left of her
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| Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur
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| Black hair, blue eyes, tattoos dark as night
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| And her necklace just said «dreamer» on a key
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| I ain’t gonna lie, I recall her curse
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| And the jet black ink of a Bible verse
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| The things we did, never thought I would
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| But the 23rd psalm never looked so good
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| That night, all night
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| We were dancing straight to sheets
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| Yeah, she was mine, all mine
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| Lost in the beauty of the beat
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| Let the sound of the pound bump in our chests
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| 'Til the sunrise laid our lust to rest
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| She left and the only thing left of her
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| Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur
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| Kinda fitting her necklace said «dreams»
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| That’s the only time I see her
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| Yeah, that night, all night
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| We were dancing straight to sheets
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| Yeah, she was mine, all mine
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| Lost in the beauty of the beat
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| Yeah, that night, all night
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| We were dancing straight to sheets
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| Yeah, she was mine, all mine
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| Lost in the beauty of the beat
|
| Let the sound of the pound bump in our chests
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| 'Til the sunrise laid our lust to rest
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| She left and the only thing left of her
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| Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur
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| What a beautiful blur
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| What a beautiful blur |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 25 Wexford St. , by - Chase Rice. Song from the album Lambs & Lions, in the genre Кантри