| Farewell, Irene
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| Where your dreams are bound, I just can’t tell
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| But we both know, Irene
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| They won’t come true at the bottom of a well
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| Gain some confidence, Irene
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| If you speak, let your voice ring out
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| But keep your grace, Irene
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| Don’t go fallin' in love with yourself
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| You are a magnet, Irene
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| Sometimes good people
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| Draw troublesome things
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| Sometimes good people
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| Draw troublesome things
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| The heart is funny, Irene
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| You can’t control who it wants to love
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| So let it love, Irene
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| Man or woman, or anyone it wants
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| You dream of the north, Irene
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| Well then that’s where you ought to be
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| But you gotta want it, Irene
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| Don’t follow any path half-heartedly
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| You are a magnet, Irene
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| Sometimes good people
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| Draw troublesome things
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| Sometimes good people
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| Draw troublesome things
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| You are a magnet, Irene
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| Sometimes good people
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| Draw troublesome things
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| Sometimes good people
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| Draw troublesome things |