| What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork
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| What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork
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| What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork
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| What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork
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| So I think I’d like some brandy and some port
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| Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two
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| For there’s no harm that will come to you
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| It makes enemies walk hand in hand
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| And it takes the thirst away here from this land
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| But the anxiety and stress it calls my name
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| And drags me to dim places
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| And triggers ancient memories
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| Of trauma and old faces
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| That I will never see again
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| And so I reward myself
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| For working through a day
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| That was really fucking hard
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| What is called O’Malley’s
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| Is my home away from home
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| Well it is where I’m known
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| By everyone at home
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| What is called O’Malley’s
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| Is my home away from home
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| So I think I’d like some
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| Whiskey before I roam
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| Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two
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| For there’s no harm that will come to you
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| It makes enemies walk hand in hand
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| And it takes the thirst away here from this land
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| A chemical imbalance
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| Embedded in my brain
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| It’s probably from me parents
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| But the depression is the same
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| My neurotransmitter’s dopamine
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| Is naturally depleted,
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| So I’ve overproduced euphoria
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| With alcohol when needed.
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| What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry
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| What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry
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| What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry
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| What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry
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| It’s only called Derry
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| So I think I’d like some
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| Porter and some sherry
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| Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two
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| For there’s no harm that will come to you
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| It makes enemies walk hand in hand
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| And it takes the thirst away here from this land
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| A man’s in critical condition
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| Because I had to drive
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| Sometimes I say
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| «I'll just have three»
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| Then I’m in the pub all night
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| All the tension and anxiety and
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| The triggers in my soul
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| It hits you cause it lingers
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| When you think you’re in control
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| How do you picture alcoholics
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| Though you may not drink that much?
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| They’re not only ragged wanderers
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| With bottles in their clutch |