| Speaker: «While I’m sitting here
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| The waves of the sea are lapping
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| Against the wild shores of Connemara
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| The sky breaks
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| Dazzling light pierces through
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| Down to the water
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| Giving forth a thousand reflections of silver
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| So that I have to close my eyes
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| And then together with the vile wind
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| I fly away to all the places
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| I’ve never seen»
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| He said his eyes where looking queer
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| «Can't you take me out of here?
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| Can’t you see the sky of Connemara?»
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| This is how his warning goes:
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| «Beware the night a whirlwind blows
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| Better leave this town for Connemara»
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| We hit the road, we hitched a ride
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| The morning faded into night
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| But we were on our way to Connemara
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| Asylum was a basic right
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| But socialism lost the fight
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| Thousands headed down to Connemara
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| In my imagination
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| I can feel the wild wind blow
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| The morning breeze will wipe away my fear
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| In my imagination
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| I can hear the howling sea
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| The cottage on the shore belongs to me
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| And when we reached the Emerald Isle
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| We stayed in Dublin for a while
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| But soon we reached the cliffs of Connemara
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| It’s just the place I want to be
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| Shining in my fantasy
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| Can’t you take me back to Connemara
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| Connemara, Connemara on my mind
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| Connemara, where even the rain shines
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| Connemara, leaving all my troubles behind
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| Connemara on my mind |