| Come all you London Daughters
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| And sons of the looking glass
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| Walking through the sullied water
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| Na na na you can’t go back
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| Feeding on the lost and fallen
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| It’s all we’ve ever done
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| Can you hear their voices calling
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| Go now and put down your guns
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| And as the old wind blows
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| We’re going down then up
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| Come all you Dublin fathers
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| And your next of kin
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| Walking through the bloodied water
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| The cancer upon your skin
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| When we were hit will hit back harder
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| That’s our refrain
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| And we’ll make the war go longer
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| Just so they can know our pain
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| And as the cadence calls
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| We’re going down, down then up
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| Can you see a light burning up ahead
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| Or feel the wisdom in the ground
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| Can you hear the story carried in the wind
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| And see the bird flying up
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| Come all you wailing mothers
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| Those who have lost so much
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| Show us how we begin to regain your touch
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| With your children everywhere
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| Tracing family names
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| You’re walking miles and miles
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| To show them the way
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| And like the air in her lungs
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| We’re going down then, down then up |