| Met a man from Ireland
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| Drinkin' in a bar
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| Although his voice was soft and warm
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| His eyes were cold and har-ard
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| He spoke of Irish children
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| Knowing only war
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| I wish I could have know-own him better
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| I might have understood it a-all
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| I wish where was something I could say-ay
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| Something to ease the pain away
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| I hear the voice of Poland
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| It’s calling out to me
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| Sighing, crying, dying to be free-ee
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| Their streets are full of armour
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| Their eyes are full of tears
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| Must they live this life of sadness
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| For year-ears and years and years
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| I wish where was something I could say-ay
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| Something to ease the pain away
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| Something to ease the pain away
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| Mmm, mm-mmm
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| I wish I was a hero
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| Fighting for the rights of man
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| Wish I was a tribesman in
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| In the hills of Afghanistan
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| I wish I was a so-oldier
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| Fighting for the peace
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| Fighting down in El Salvador
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| Fighting insanity, inhumanity
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| I wish there was something I could say-ay
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| Something to ease the pain away
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| I wish where was something I could say-ay
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| Something to ease the pain away
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| Oh you know I wish there was something I could say-ay
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| Something to ease the pain away
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| I wish there was something I could say-ay
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| Something to ease the pain away… |