| Our differences far behind us
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| All I can do is smile and know, know you know
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| What I’m thinking before
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| This is not the place it used to be
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| It always seems a dream
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| The place I live — it is not here
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| It’s somewhere in between
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| It’s too dark and cold to smile
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| Soldiers loom too keen to avoid
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| All the same guns, kneecaps, and donations run rampant
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| The argument keeps them employed
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| What parliament could stand to realize is that
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| They planted this troublesome seed
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| And we fed off of it and now it’s all this-
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| If you really want talk, don’t impede
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| Investments gone, small business disappears
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| When I look, I see no dreams, or dogma or rhetoric, or colors or campaigns
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| I see funerals and mother scream
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| I see hard men fall with pain in their eyes
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| I see conflict vanish in air and crumbled buildings
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| Where men finally decides that they with that their dead were still there
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| I see a country who will not subsidize us and our own who won’t stand in the way
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| Does Downing Street now turn its eyes on our people to see what we have to say
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| Well, wait for peace from Britain and stand up
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| For ourselves and nothing else but for our dead
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| Not for money, security, indoctrinations, donations or anything else ever said
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| To be recognized as a nation of people
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| Who struggled and fought to be free
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| Not as criminals, terrorists, or an inferior class
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| But as activists who fought tyranny
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| And echo these thoughts run throughout time
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| Lest they be forgot
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| That it was greed that let one people prevail
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| Left another behind to rot
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| If the investment now is agreed upon then there
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| Must be limitations on capitol countries are allowed
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| To procure, by Irish resource tax and relations
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| Unless, you want us covered in plastic
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| Like a Nashville tourist trap
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| Or your grandpa 70 years old and cavorting in a leprechaun suit like a sap
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| Fair business practice fair for all people
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| So greed cannot set the stage
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| Along with the minimum, so they don’t go crazy
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| Politicians and businessmen must have a maximum wage
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| Our differences far behind us
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| All I can do is smile and know, know you
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| Know what I’m thinking before |