| I now know no romantic situation
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| Will won in success, nothing
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| Can make me happy
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| No rose gardens for me
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| That’s not self pity, no
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| That’s the truth, yes that’s the truth
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| Nowhere is home to me
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| Nowhere is home to me
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| I was born here of an Irish family
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| But that in itself is not too good for me
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| Because national identity won’t fulfill me
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| I don’t fit that kind of all the pagin I read
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| Oh no that is not me
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| That’s just not me
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| Nowhere is home to me
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| Nowhere is home to me
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| I don’t know oh, where I belong
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| I’ve been all over this great big hell
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| I never thought there’s a place where I could be
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| But, it’s a lie, it’s a filthy lie
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| Nowhere is home to me
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| Nowhere is home to me
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| No place in the country
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| There’s no kind of city
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| Not a college ring for me
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| It doesn’t have appeal for me
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| I gotta be what I believe I can’t be
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| Anybody else'
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| I just gotta be myself
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| Take your Irish stereotype and shove it up your ass
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| Not what I want for me
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| I am a T bird that is she’s not for me
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| And now I’m gonna be free
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| Come on
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| Everybody say
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| I want to be everything, I wanna be the man of my dreams
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| And I can’t be a fucking stereotype
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| But it’s lonely being here and living this fight
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| But I won’t give in
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| I will not cave in
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| Until I become free
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| Until I become free
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| Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
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| I will become free
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| Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
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| I will become free
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| Yes, yes
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| Ayay, ayay, ayay ah
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| I will become free |