| When a man walks out of his house one day
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| Looks up to a big blue sky
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| Thinks about his past
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| And looks to the future
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| And then the answer sparkles in his eye
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| Oh yes, we’re freedom fighters with mandolins
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| We’re not here for to blow you away
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| We’ve got songs in our hearts
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| And guitars in our hands
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| And we’re lookin' for peace some fine day
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| And if you’re goin' up north or way down south
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| Or west to Galway bay
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| Keep an open heart
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| With lots of love
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| And then you’ll find people on your way
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| They’ll be freedom fighters with mandolins
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| They won’t be here for to blow you away
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| They’ll have songs in their hearts
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| And guitars in their hands
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| And they’re lookin' for peace some fine day
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| Well he found the answer it was short and sweet
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| Simple for anyone to see
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| That if your soul is free
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| And your heart is in the right place
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| Then you know you’re headin' down the right street
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| Oh yes, we’re freedom fighters with mandolins
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| We’re not here for to blow you away
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| We’ve got songs in our hearts
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| And guitars in our hands
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| And we’re lookin' for peace some fine day
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| Oh, yes we’re lookin' for peace some fine day
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| Oh, yes we’re lookin' for peace some fine day |