| There’s a Belfast girl I loved and lost
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| On the rolling hills around my home
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| Now she stays home nights behind locked doors
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| Since a plastic bullet stopped him
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| And he don’t come no more
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| There’s a Belfast boy was loved and lost
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| On the crowded streets of his own home town
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| Pepper my heart with a lover’s words
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| And I’ll pepper yours with a Getlin gun
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| Mother my heart is full of lead
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| And it weighs me down and I just can’t cry
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| Remember me to schoolboy friends
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| And tell it as it was, please try
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| So come by my boy and sit you down
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| There’s a tale to hear, a tale to tell this town
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| You say the devil will get me some day
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| You can tell him I’m waiting
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| Cause these are the things I must say
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| Mother my heart is full of lead
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| And life holds few surprises too
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| Tell that to the little ones
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| Before they learn to leaugh at you
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| Mother my heart is full of lead
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| And it weighs me down and I just can’t cry
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| Remember me to schoolboy friends
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| And tell it as it was, please try |