Bloomsday

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Saw the city hall in flames 
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I suppose it doesn't do as much these days 
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You put on your coat and smile 
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Saddest one I've seen for a country mile 
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Brought it down the road, Quicksmart 
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There's always fuckin' rain and it's always dark 
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When you were at the gate soaked through 
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Let's not say a word if it isn't true 

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Cordoned off the rest, too young 
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Looking for a thing no do-er's done 
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We won't find it here my love 
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Drinking with the tourists and fighting in front of them 
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Oh, to be young 
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Once more 
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I know all the lines lived it all before 
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When you were at the gate soaked through 
              Eb               Gm 
Never said a word that wasn't true 

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