| Slainte today’s on me, tomrrow boys it may not be
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| Make life what it could have been, and please remember me
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| I am the wise man from the east, my name is Brendan Behan
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| Imagine a love you have to hide from the peering eyes within my time
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| I’m not an abomination, but still i feel ashamed
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| Marriage is a contract, marriage is a solemn pact
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| But love is not a contract, it’s truly not the same
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| True love is lookin' on those eyes, that truly see you as a prize
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| And seeing yourself as worthy, you’re really loving you
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| Jim fights over everything with that dame
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| But that’s just 'cause he is ashamed
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| He’s mad that he just hasn’t been what he thinks she’d like him to
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| Alcoholics to the death they drink, but that’s not what I truly think
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| A word to the wise me boys is not knowing what to say
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| Here’s to your health and to your soul, and here’s a Slainte preab san ol
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| And here’s to that girl over there that is lookin your way
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| Or to that fella over there if your cup of tea is gay |