| My Irish eyes look out at the Atlantic
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| I think I drink enough to probably drain it
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| Then I could walk to Spain through valleys that were once full
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| And face each day like a ballet with a bull
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| The storm hangs like an axe over my head
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| The longer I wait the more it spreads
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| Like wildfire through the hills of confidence
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| The sun shines but there’s sirens in my head
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| Stars remind me that
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| Light shines from the past
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| I’m so afraid that I’ll have to face myself
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| Even though I know that self reflection helps
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| It’s so easy to judge everyone but yourself
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| I push away any good thing that I’ve felt
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| I’ve got to lose it all if I want anything
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| I’ve got to lose it all if I want to be free
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| I’ve got to lose it all if I want anything
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| I’ve got to lose it all if I want to be free
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| Free
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| I face each day with a grain of sand
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| I cannot lose what I’ve never had
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| Stars remind me that
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| Light shines from the past |