| Thought I was drowning in my bed
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| Couldn’t get the moon out of my head
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| So I awoke before the break of day
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| And walked along the coast of Galway
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| Sitting at the boardwalk bar, drinking a whiskey
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| Feeling all the rage of a modern man
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| We used to feel our rage just like the sea
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| Now we get it on an installment plan
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| All my love
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| To you and yours
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| And all the baby boys, they’re dressing them in blue
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| Teaching them that life’s a war
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| I guess I’m a long way from where I was
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| Drunk off my ass in some suburban town
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| I betrayed my friend, nineteen and Darwinian
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| I’ll never live that down
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| But I fell into a good girl’s good graces
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| And I poured my heart right into hers
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| She’s more an Artemis in muddy laces
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| Than a Venus in furs
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| All my love
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| To you and yours
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| And all the college boys, they’re dressing up in suits
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| Thinking life’s a war
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| Spring is coming
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| Let me be like cherry tree
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| Renewed and fruitful
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| All my love
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| To you and yours
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| And all the baby boys, they’re dressing them in blue
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| Teaching them that life’s a war
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| All my love
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| To you and yours
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| And all the college boys, they’re dressing up in suits
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| Thinking life’s a war |