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Who does not adore the sound
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Of music in the names of towns
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To build a city on such picturesque ground
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That takes some sort of flair
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We draw a line the ink is fear
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You stay that side we'll stay here
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Its far harder to keep it up
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Than to tear it down
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Does it take you back to the kind of world
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Hindsight calls the good old days?
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Now that there's no room in an Einstien world
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For simple cause and effect
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Dub-----lin Dub-----lin
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Home of pretty Col-----lens
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Dub-----lin Dub-----lin
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Nurse of such bitter dreams
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Behind the soft and peachy skin
Where D.N.A. or God begin
Where sub-Gaelic rot sets in
With stories from your mother
In myths and less exalted forms
The heady cocktail glory is born
You know it's not a bottled storm
So why do you indulge it
Dublin Dublin home of pretty Collens
Dublin Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams
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Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high
Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high
Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high
Thats what my mother told me