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I've seen this prison like a starting line,
That falls away again with love in time.
You said that living in Dublin was fuckin' crime.
As if being some prick in another city,
Would save your life.

You can't build your house with hope,
But you can hang yourself with rope.

It was nice to know you.
You put your back to Ireland's shoreline.
As you mute the singing harp inside your soul.
Well, we'll all miss you pal.

It's not the town that brought us down,
It's the dirty cunts that run the country.
We were making our nests out of twigs and branches,
While they cut down the fuckin' tree.
And now our lives full of plastic shite,
And there's nothing left to save.
And we all just talk like American arseholes,
While big Mick rolls around his grave.

We could set Dundrum in flames
Or we could watch it stay the same.

It was nice to know you.
You put your back to Ireland's shoreline.
As you mute the singing harp inside your soul.
Well, we'll all miss you pal.

I know not every sail in life's on golden seas.
I know not every spine can bend so easily.
I know Luke Kelly's words were bricks my house was made,
Why are we afraid?

It's like we're a joke,
That I'm not getting.
A broke TV setting.
A place where I'm not gonna leave.

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from Moving the Goalposts, released August 5, 2016

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