| When I lived in the city of Dublin
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| It suited my face and my tears
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| The talk, the drink and the friends were good
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| And stood for my hopes and my fears
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| I lived in a flat in Ballsbridge
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| And at two in the morning I’d hear
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| The sound as the horses came back from their work
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| And the horses clip-clop coming near
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| Horses and high heels, horses and high heels
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| What every city knows and fears
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| Late at night in Paris
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| In my apartment that 's up from the street
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| I hear a girl in high heels who must run in
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| To meet a lover extremely discreet
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| Horses and high heels, horses and high heels
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| What every city knows and fears
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| In Dublin and Paris women are running
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| Ghostly horses return from the park
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| Have to meet a man of their dreams
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| And stables so warm and dark
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| Horses and high heels, horses and high heels
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| What every city knows and fears |