| I’m an Irishman that’s
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| Never been to Ireland
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| But the gift of the gab lies
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| In my repartee with my friend liam o’brian
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| He and I are like brothers
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| Same cloth cut in different colours
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| Enkindled a kinship
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| Till a hypocritical king up and ripped it from us
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| The innocents living in lisbon didn’t do this
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| How can achilles even live with this shit
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| As if they were insiginfant
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| Zip
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| Cold killing
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| Whole cities are ripped into bits
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| It seems the ability to think is a gift
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| Sinking a ship
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| Then retreating back to the mist
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| As if we didn’t exist
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| I need to relieve the tension
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| My deep intention
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| Is to seek redemption
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| Speak in sentences too bleak to mention
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| When I pledge allegiance
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| Every previous debt to creeds
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| I’ve yet to leave
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| Just ends effective immediately
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| Left free to vent my grivenances
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| To strengthen weakened links
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| And heal the rifts
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| Between the people that should be free
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| But even me just feeling this is treasonous
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| If this the creed
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| I don’t belive in it
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| I’m leaving it
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| Even if it means that I’mafugitive
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| I’m feeling sick
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| I swear to uphold the principles
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| Of the templar order
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| Giving no quarter
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| I swear to uphold the principles
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| Of the templar oder
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| Going rogue
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| Then I’m going all out
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| I swear to uphold the principles
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| Of the templar oder
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| Giving no quarter
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| I swear to uphold the principles
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| Of the templar order
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| Going rogue
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| Then I’m going all out
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| When even royalty is feeling raw
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| You’ll see that loyalty is cheap
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| For the right pile of coins
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| You’ll leave your boy lying in a soiled heap
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| Such hypocrites
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| Just little bit
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| And I’m loathe to laugh
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| But how can you think that you’re doing good
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| Roasting flesh and bones to ash?
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| There’s a total lack of evidence
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| 'Cause no one yet invented photographs
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| So I asked the question
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| No assassin was supposed to ask
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| I’m a motormouth
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| That goes and blows the gaff
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| With social gaffes
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| But eden’s over grown
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| It’s only me that weeds and mows the grass
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| Ice breaker
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| Lift taker
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| Got a job to do
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| I’ll die later
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| My faith in what’s right’s shaken
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| Mabye I should be more like haytham
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| Slice blades
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| In a liear’s face
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| If he tries playing
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| Any mind games
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| But my heart stayed
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| In the right place
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| So my mind changed
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| Every five days
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| Read the far flames
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| See the fire blaze
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| In the fireplace
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| There’s a charred face
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| It’s a hard case
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| Trying to find the right way
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| Through a dark maze
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| When I’m facing it
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| Sideways
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| Can’t remember my name
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| Am I shay?
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| I can’t say
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| But I know I’m chased
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| So I shan’t stay
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| Au revoir mate
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| I swar to uphold the principles
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| Of the templar order
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| Giving no quarter
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| I swear to uphold the principles
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| Of the templar order
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| Going rogue
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| Then I’m going all out
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| I swear to uphold the principles
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| Of templar order
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| Giving no quarter
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| I swear to uphold the principles
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| Of the templar order
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| Going rogue
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| Then I’m going all out |