| Deep inside my soul fights a war
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| I can’t explain, I can’t cross over any more
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| All I see are dirty faces
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| Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces
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| But I try to see through Irish eyes
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| Belfast
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| Look outside, summer’s lost and gone
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| It’s a long walk on a street of right and wrong
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| In every inch of sadness
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| Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness
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| But I never saw a braver place
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| Belfast
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| And it’s sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen
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| Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast
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| And so say your lovers from under the flowers
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| Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast
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| Who’s to say on whom heaven smiles
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| Our different ways we try hard to recognise
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| No more enchanted evenings
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| The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving
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| But you’ll never let them shut you down
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| Belfast
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| The enemy is not at home
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| A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond
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| No bloody boots or crucifix
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| Can ever hope to split this emerald island
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| But I never saw a braver face
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| Belfast |