| Oh come on away to the city
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| A kingdom to behold
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| Where the bluest skies they float on by
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| The streets all paved in gold
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| Where under the smiles fair and pretty
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| Are teeth so very white
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| Into the bones of our burdened necks they bite
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| Baptised in the water
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| You’re draining the well
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| You built up your heaven
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| On the back of hell
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| Divine is the daughter
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| The dream that you sell
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| You built up your heaven
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| On the back of hell
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| Breakin' our backs
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| On breakin' down stones
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| Raisin' up buildings
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| Breakin' down bones
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| Work all the night
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| And we work all the day
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| Don’t get a choice man
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| Don’t get a say
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| Well there’s a stormcloud stirrin' now
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| Revolt!
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| There’s a stormcloud stirrin' now
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| Revolt!
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| TEAR IT DOWN!
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| The filthy streets and the calloused feet
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| And bloodshot Irish eyes
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| A floating haven for the craven
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| Nestled in the skies
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| Well up and out and away with ya
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| There’s a fight outside your doors
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| The shining pride of America
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| Is a nation up for war
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| Revolt!
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| Baptised in the water
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| You’re draining the well
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| You built up your heaven
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| On the back of hell
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| Divine is the daughter
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| The dream that you sell
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| You built up your heaven
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| On the back of hell
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| The hybrid face of time and space
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| And all that’s in between
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| Dimensions twist and turn amidst
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| The whims of one foreseen…
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| Songbird take me home
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| Home
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| I am lonely wherever I go
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| Sanctuary is all that know
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| And I dream of the sky
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| Broken clouds drifting by
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| And I dream of the sky
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| My utopian lie
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| And I dream of the sky
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| Broken clouds drifting by
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| And I dream of the sky
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| My utopian lie
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| I take to the skies
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| With my only friend
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| Every angel
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| Begins at the end
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| I am lonely wherever I go
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| I am lonely wherever I go
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| I am lonely wherever I go
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| I am lonely wherever I go |