| We lended our heavy hearts,
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| motors with broken parts,
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| we had a deck of cards it was a start.
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| We’d sit out in the sun,
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| and wait for our skin to turn,
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| you would ask for truth,
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| and I would look for something to burn.
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| Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
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| the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
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| Oh to live in a paper house again,
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| where we grew by the light of the moon.
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| Often we too the train,
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| the sky pacing white to grey,
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| when you or I would leave
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| and the other would stay.
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| We were all that we had
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| and breathed in each others words,
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| I would ask for truth and
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| you’d look for something to burn.
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| Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
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| the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
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| Oh to live in a paper house again,
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| where we grew by the light of the moon.
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| You were much younger then,
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| younger than I am now,
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| I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow,
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| I still keep as much an eye as the wires allow.
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| Oh we walked in a hallowed place back then
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| the edge of Dublin, the edge of May and June.
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| Oh to live in a paper house again,
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| where we grew by the light of the moon.
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| Oh you know what you are to me and you know you will always be. |