| With your Irish gypsy face Your silver spoons
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| and your velvet razor blades oh lover
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| You pulled the wool right over my face
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| But didn’t it feel like Irish lace So many times
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| I wanted just to lay beside you So many times
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| you turned and rolled away Those times that
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| lovers make for sleeping If there were friends around
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| to keep you up you’d always slip away
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| Lonely but never quite alone
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| It’s amazing we could make it another day
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| I mistook your smile for love Believed my eyes
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| like the ones before that it really was Oh lover
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| you know you broke my heart in three
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| Once for you and once for the kid and the final time was me
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| Yes I’ve seen you while you’re sleeping
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| And I’ve seen your silent nights sometimes talking
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| but really never speaking It’s a wonder to me now
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| why anybody ever tries like a silence that keeps screamin all the time
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| It’s a wonder that we haven’t lost our minds
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| Once a lover thought the world of me She scared me
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| with her hatred but she wrote me poetry Oh lover
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| you took yourself so seriously Who’d ever believe you’d really leave
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| What a way to leave one more lover no one dared to save
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| A statistic who just left without a trace Too scared
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| to stick around and say But who always had enough
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| had enough to throw away Like a memento
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| from an attic from another time and place
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| Like a rag that once was made of Irish lace
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| Like a rag that was made of Irish lace
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| Like a rag that was made of Irish lace |