| You might see me in the paper
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| Or hear me on the radio
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| And you’ll probably imagine
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| That I’ve forgotten you
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| Long long ago
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| Well I couldn’t if i tried
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| Though you might think i tell a lie
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| I’ll hold you in my memory
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| From now
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| Until the day I die
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| Bomber jackets and young girls smile
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| Valentines and county trials
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| Meeting at the mercy gates
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| All afternoon I couldn’t wait
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| My thoughts
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| Were just of kissing you
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| Now I might be mistaken
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| But I think we met somewhere before
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| Was I drunk and stoned and dancing
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| On some salt hill disco’s slippy floor
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| With you nose on someone’s shoulder
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| Slow dancing tightly intertwined
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| I wish we swapped our partners
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| And continued dancing
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| Till he end of time
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| Bomber jackets and young girls smile
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| Valentines and county trials
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| Meeting at the mercy gates
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| All afternoon I couldn’t wait
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| Duffel coats and desert boots
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| The teacher spoke of Brian Boru
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| My thoughts were just of kissing you
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| My thoughts were just of kissing you
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| Copyright: L. Moran/D.Carton/P.Doherty |