| I smell the blood of an irish man, an irish man
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| I see the sinners, I see the saints
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| I see the angels fade away
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| I smell the blood of an irish man, an irish man
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| Any you can’t chagne history
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| Turn back the hands of time
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| You and me, you and me
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| We’re here to stay
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| And you can’t change the world
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| Can’t wake the dead
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| You and me, you and me
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| We’re here to stay
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| When the day breaks
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| When the night fades
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| In the cold light of day
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| Where are our battlefields?
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| Across the old divide
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| Across the bridges
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| Burned in the cold light of day
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| Where are our battlefields?
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| An we’ll dance on the graves
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| Of those who seperate
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| You and me, you and me
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| We’re here to stay
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| And we’ll call the sprits down
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| To join us here and now
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| You and me, you and me
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| We’re here to stay
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| When the day breaks
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| When the night fades
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| In the cold light of day
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| Where are our battlefields?
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| Across the old divide
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| Across the bridges
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| Burned in the cold light of day
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| Where are our battlefields?
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| I smell the blood, I smell the blood (x2)
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| I see the sinners, I see the saint (x2)
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| I smell the blood (x3)
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| I smell the blood of an irish man, an irish man |