| Well this world is hard and no one gives a shit
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| To help anyone or give them their just pay
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| There ain’t no hand out and they take more than they give
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| And you find you’re going crazier each day
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| And the one you love, you’re torturing
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| ‘cause all that fucking pressure leaves a whipping sting
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| And you will know when you’ve nowhere else to go
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| That you got to turn to something that’s enlightening
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| So I’m going down, going down to Leopardstowns
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| When the horses run a flat, for I’m flat broke I’m going down
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| Where the wine and whiskey flow, leave the ladies all aglow
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| Back to wander Francis Street in the morning
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| Back to wander Francis Street in the morning
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| Well I’ve just got to be strong, ‘cause it’s lasted so long
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| The sadness now that has me in its grip
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| Well I’m completely worn of thinking I have to conform
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| And I have to give this stale life the slip
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| But I love you, that’s why it’s so hard to
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| Leave, but I know I have to be strong
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| To create a new dynamic of our lives, to try to cut the pain and strife
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| Well don’t give up on me, for I won’t be always gone
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| So I’m going down, going down to Leopardstowns
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| When the horses run a flat, for I’m flat broke I’m going down
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| Where the wine and whiskey flow, leave the ladies all aglow
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| Back to wander Francis Street in the morning
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| Back to wander Francis Street in the morning |